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PREFACE
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-1.1
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-1.2
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-2.1
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-2.2
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-2.3
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-2.4
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-2.5
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-3.1
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-3.2
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-3.3
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-3.4
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-3.5
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-4.1
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-4.2
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-4.3
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-5.1
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-5.2
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-5.3
EROTIC SYMBOLISM-6
THE MECHANISM OF DETUMESCENCE-1.1
THE MECHANISM OF DETUMESCENCE-1.2
THE MECHANISM OF DETUMESCENCE-1.3
THE MECHANISM OF DETUMESCENCE-1.4
THE MECHANISM OF DETUMESCENCE-2.1
THE MECHANISM OF DETUMESCENCE-2.2
THE MECHANISM OF DETUMESCENCE-2.3
THE MECHANISM OF DETUMESCENCE-2.4
THE MECHANISM OF DETUMESCENCE-3.1
THE MECHANISM OF DETUMESCENCE-3.2
THE MECHANISM OF DETUMESCENCE-4.1
THE MECHANISM OF DETUMESCENCE-4.2
THE MECHANISM OF DETUMESCENCE-4.3
THE PSYCHIC STATE IN PREGNANCY-1
THE PSYCHIC STATE IN PREGNANCY-2
THE PSYCHIC STATE IN PREGNANCY-3
THE PSYCHIC STATE IN PREGNANCY-4
HISTORIES OF SEXUAL DEVELOPMENT HISTORY-1.1
HISTORIES OF SEXUAL DEVELOPMENT HISTORY-1.2
HISTORIES OF SEXUAL DEVELOPMENT HISTORY-2.1
HISTORIES OF SEXUAL DEVELOPMENT HISTORY-2.2
HISTORIES OF SEXUAL DEVELOPMENT HISTORY-3-4
HISTORIES OF SEXUAL DEVELOPMENT HISTORY-5.1
HISTORIES OF SEXUAL DEVELOPMENT HISTORY-5.2
INDEX OF AUTHORS

I experienced a pleasurable thrill when I was 10 years old in 

leading a small girl cousin to the outdoor privy, in helping her 

on and off the open seat, in buttoning and unbuttoning her 

drawers, and in gazing at her vulva. 

 

The summer before I was 10 I lived a wild life in the mountains. 

My companions were a negro girl, the two daughters of a 

clergyman, the two sons of a questionable woman hotel-keeper, and 

the daughter of the Irish scavenger. All of these children were 

extraordinarily sensual. Their leading pastime, from morning 

until night, was varying forms of indecency, with the supreme 

caress--which they termed "raising dickie"--as the most frequent 

enjoyment. The 5-year-old daughter of the scavenger explained to 

us how she had seen her father approaching her stout mother with 

an erect penis, the pair standing up before the lamplight during 

the act. This curly-headed, rosy-cheeked child handled her 

genitals so much that they were inflamed. I once saw her sitting 

in the road and rubbing dust against her vulva. I saw little of 

the elder daughter of the minister (she was 12 years old). She 

persuaded me to expose myself before her in the cellar of a 

partially-built house. In return for my favor she allowed me to 

look at her genitals. She did not ask for _conjunctio_. The two 

younger daughters were my intimates. With the middle one I was 

forever performing a weak conjunction that consisted in the 

laying of my member against her vulva. Notwithstanding all the 

entreaties of my little friend, I could not be persuaded to 

protrude my penis against her vagina; and not on one occasion can 

I remember obtaining an erection or extreme pleasure. Up in the 

garret she straddled slanting beams with her genitals exposed, 

and I followed her example. The negro girl and my little friend 

both urinated on a tent floor at my request. I did not fancy the 

odor of a girl's genitals, nor the appearance of the vulva when 

the labia were held apart. 

 

The following summer, when I was almost 11, I took a long walk 

one day with my old friend, the girl E. We entered a patch of 

woods and ate our lunch, but no sense of sexual drawing toward 

the girl came over me and she did not offer to entice me. I 

slept with her boy-cousin one night, and her neuropathic aunt, a 

retired lady physician, bothered us by repeatedly creeping into 

our room. I felt intuitively that she was watching to see whether 

we would commit mutual masturbation--which we had no thought of 

doing. Three years before I had opened the door of her bedroom 

suddenly and saw E.'s naked form. The physician had been 

examining her, E. told me later. My guardian also annoyed me by 

repeated warnings not to play with myself. 

 

Just before I turned 11 I was sent to a small and so-called 

"home" boarding-school. Eight of us lived in the smaller 

dormitory. The matron roomed downstairs. There was no resident 

master--a serious error. We small boys were told to strip one 

evening. We were then tied neck-to-neck and made to dance a 

"slave-dance," which was marked by no sexuality. A boy of 15, R., 


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