“Active inverts,” improperly so called, have been referred to as cases

of “a female mind in a male body,” as in the Introduction to Eekhoud’s

“Escal Vigor.” The subject of this novel, as well as Oscar Wilde, whose

case evidently forms the theme of the book, were not such instances.

Theirs were cases of innate and therefore irresponsible sexual

perversion rather than of inversion. They were “urnings.” “Escal Vigor”

is of value as portraying the development and inner life of the urning,

while this autobiography deals with the passive invert, or “the invert”

properly speaking. The urning or active pederast loves an adolescent as

a normal man loves a woman, and desires active pædicatio or else mutual

onanism. The passive invert loves the adolescent as a woman loves a man,

and desires fellatio, or occasionally the part of the pathic in

pædicatio.

While reading “Escal Vigor” many years ago, your author was convinced

that the book was primarily written by Oscar Wilde and based on his own

life experience. This suspicion is confirmed by the name of the book,

the two words having the same length as those of the name of the

individual; the second and third letters of the first name being the

same in both, as well as the second letter of the surname; while the

initial V is the French equivalent of the English W, the novel having

been first published in French. I have myself built a pseudonym on my

baptismal name in similar fashion. The suspicion is further confirmed by

the rumor of 1918 that Wilde is still alive.

[Sidenote: _Inversion Is Not Sodomy._]

There occur homosexual practices which are really due to moral depravity

or to the absence of the opposite sex. This is the true sodomy, an

entirely different phenomenon than is present in the case of the

congenital invert and urning. Knowledge of the history of the particular

individual will readily determine to which of the three categories he

belongs.

The author’s criticism of Havelock Ellis’s theory ‘that a condition of

diffused minor abnormality in physical structure, consisting in approach

to the feminine type, is the basis of congenital inversion; that

inversion is bound up with a modification of the secondary sexual

characters’ is that in my own case the attraction toward the male sex

was powerful as early as the age of three, when there is probably no

difference between the physical type of the normal and of the inverted

male. This indicates that there is no cause-and-effect relation between

the feminine secondary sexual characters and the love for the male sex,

but that they are twin effects of a common cause, namely, the presence

in the male body of the particular kind of governing corpuscles or germs

ordinarily found only in the protoplasm of females.

The girl-boy with diffused minor abnormality in physical structure,

consisting in approach to the feminine type, is rather a female who has,

along with some other male structures, developed testicles and penis in

place of the usual ovaries and cunnus. Here it is not so much a case of

a female brain in a male body, but of the female brain in a _female_

body with various abnormal developments along the line of male

structure. A girl-boy is sometimes even physically perhaps more a female

than a male, although the primary sexual determinants and some of the

secondary sexual characters are those of the male sex.

[Sidenote: _Sex Psychical Rather Than Physical._]

In a manner similar to that described by Kurella, the author believes

the invert is a transitional form between the complete male or the

complete female and the sexually undifferentiated homo seen in the early

fœtus.

Practically it is all right, but medico-legally it is wrong, to make the

genitals the universal criterion in the determination of sex.

Medico-legally, sex should be determined by the psychical constitution

rather than by the physical form. There are thousands of physical

females who feel themselves to be men and have the mental traits of men,

and there are thousands of physical males who feel themselves to be

women and have the mental traits of a woman. Should any blame be

attached to such individuals when they conduct themselves according to

their psychical sex? The writer, much against his will, was brought up

as a boy, and after becoming adult continued in every-day life to

identify himself with the male sex because of his beard and masculine

voice, and because of the advantages of passing as a male; but in spite

of himself he was occasionally compelled to go off on a

female-impersonation spree.

* * * * *

Men call the invert’s instincts vice. The invert has just as much reason

for calling the normal man’s instincts vice when they are not exercised

solely in order to create a new human being. It is only a case of the

pot calling the kettle black. In the eyes of the Supreme Being, with

whom innate and unreasoning disgust is not a factor, the instincts of

the normal man and of the invert are on a par morally and æsthetically.

There is no ground for the charge that the passive invert’s practices

are aimed at the very existence of the race. In the first place, Nature

made him psychically impotent from birth. In the second place, his

practices could not be spread by example. They are regarded by all

normally constituted males with such disgust and aversion that

practically no one would stoop to them except those born with the

peculiar cravings. And why place a heavy penalty on one particular

practice which might prevent a few births, and give large liberty to

other practices with a hundred and a thousand fold more power to

diminish the birth rate? The author was addicted to sensuality more than

the vast majority of inverts. Nevertheless, if he had never yielded to

instinct, there would not be today a single human being more in the

world than there are. None of his intimates were given to begetting

children, at least on the threshold of manhood, which was the age at

which they consorted with him.

[Sidenote: _Ethics of Inversion._]

The invert’s harmless instinctive sexual conduct (generally fellatio,

seldom pædicatio) is today regarded as a felony almost throughout

Christendom. France, Italy, and Holland are the only Christian nations

which have entirely repealed the laws enacted against these unfortunates

during the Dark Ages. Old English law provided that the guilty one be

burnt alive, while other statutes of the same law condemned him to be

buried alive. In the reign of Richard III, he was hanged. The death

penalty was not abolished until after the reign of George IV. At the

present time in England, the maximum penalty is penal servitude for

life, and the minimum, ten years imprisonment. In the United States the

penalty is from five to twenty years imprisonment. Is it not unjust to

keep on the statute books these laws against an unfortunate and harmless

class?

[Sidenote: _Legal Penalties._]

I am here reminded of two conferences with Mr. Anthony Comstock, because

part of his business while alive was that of hunting down inverts and

haling them off to prison. By the irony of fate, I was during my college

days nicknamed after this gentleman because on hearing an obscene remark

by a fellow student, my features involuntarily expressed shock and

disapproval, probably due to my having the mind of a woman. But in 1900,

as soon as I had this autobiography ready for publication, I submitted

it to Mr. Comstock in order to ascertain whether it could be circulated.

He was then a Post-Office Department inspector, with power to prosecute

for shipping “obscene” matter by common carrier. He read considerable of

the manuscript of this book, and stated on handing it back that he would

have “destroyed” it but for the fact that I impressed him “as a person

not having any evil intent.”

In words which I wrote down immediately after leaving his presence, he

declared: “These inverts are not fit to live with the rest of mankind.

They ought to have branded in their foreheads the word ‘Unclean,’ and as

the lepers of old, they ought to cry ‘Unclean! Unclean!’ as they go

about, and instead of the law making twenty years imprisonment the

penalty for their crime, it ought to be imprisonment for life. Are they

assaulted and blackmailed? They deserve to be. Krafft-Ebing and Havelock

Ellis know nothing about them if they say they are irresponsible. They

are wilfully bad, and glory and gloat in their perversion. Their habit

is acquired and not inborn. Why propose to have the law against them now

on the statute books repealed? If this happened, there would be no way

of getting at them. It would be wrong to make life more tolerable for

them. Their lives ought to be made so intolerable as to drive them to

abandon their vices.”

[Sidenote: _Prevalent Lay Opinion on Inverts._]

This attitude of mind is a proper one toward possible male filles de

joie who are fundamentally normal in their sexuality, but who through

cupidity, or with the purpose of blackmailing those who seek them, offer

themselves to take the passive rôle in pædicatio. Your author doubts

whether any such males ever lived. But the true invert belongs to a

different class, and should have the same standing before the law as the

normal individual. He even should be dealt with more leniently, because

his passion is often abnormally intense, and his mental eccentricities

sometimes lead him into unwise though little harmful, or not at all

harmful, acts.

* * * * *

In this autobiography, I may sometimes refer to myself as “Ralph

Werther.” At the beginning of my career as “Jennie June,” when asked for

my real name, I answered “Raphael Werther,” since I did not wish to

bring disgrace on my family name. I adopted the name “Raphael” because

of its euphony and glorious associations; the name “Werther,” because

like Goethe’s hero I was doomed to great sorrow through the passion of

love. During my first two years in college, when I often meditated

suicide, and was by far the unhappiest person in the college community,

Goethe’s “Sorrows of Werther,” the romance of suicide, had a peculiar

fascination for me. Later I substituted “Ralph” for “Raphael” since I

found the latter sounded too “stagey” to be believed.

[Sidenote: _Choosing Aliases._]

The author may be accused of copying the pen-name of Mrs. Croly in the

name that he gave himself when undertaking the role of a girl. But I was

not conscious of the existence of this pen-name until after I had

selected “Jennie June.” In early childhood I had called myself “Jennie,”

always my favorite girl’s name. It has always seemed to me the most

feminine of names. I adopted the name “June” because of the

alliteration, the beauty of the word, and its agreeable associations. It

was first suggested to me while reading one of Cooper’s novels, where it

appears as the name of a gentle, extremely feminine squaw. It was

suggested to me secondly by my seeing it appear as a surname on the sign

of a business house.

At the beginning of my career as a fairie, I debated for some time

whether the name of my feminine personality should be “Jennie June,”

“Baby,” “Pussie,” or the name of a particular one of the foremost prima

donnas of history. I enjoyed hugely being called “Baby” by young men. A

strange young ruffian one day passed me on the street, and addressed me

jocularly: “Hello Pussie!” I cannot express how much it pleased me, and

I longed to be called “Pussie” always. As to my impulse to copy the name

of the prima donna, I would have day dreams of being such a personage.

At the opera I would imagine myself as identified with the leading

soprano—that I was she. As is usual with professional fairies, I sought

to cultivate a soprano singing voice, though singing a baritone when in

my every-day circle.

* * * * *

[Sidenote: _Year 1874—Birth and Parentage._]

The fourth child of my mother’s eleven children, I was born and passed

my first sixteen years of life in the most refined section of a large

village within fifty miles of New York City. At the time of my birth,

each parent was about thirty years of age. My mother appears to have

married for money rather than for love. My parents, and indeed all

adults who had a molding influence over my early life, were eminently

respectable religious people.

I know the history of my stock for several generations back. No member

of any of the several families whose blood is mingled in my veins was

ever arrested. With the exception of several black sheep, the several

families have been composed of exceptionally pious people.

Both my paternal and maternal stock have been very prolific. No relative

has ever distinguished himself by reason of his intellect or otherwise,

the men having been exclusively farmers or retail merchants. I am

perhaps the most intellectual individual that has appeared in the

several families. My father was the shrewdest man and the most

successful at making money of any member of these several families.

[Sidenote: _Abnormal Relatives._]

The following are the only bad strains which I have been able to find in

my blood: A maternal great-great-great uncle was half-witted. A maternal

great-great uncle was a worthless character, but a good singer, going

around from tavern to tavern singing for his grog. Perhaps that is the

development a fairie took in his environment. A maternal great uncle,

though a good business man, became intoxicated occasionally. A paternal

great uncle was half-witted. A maternal second cousin was mildly insane

for at least several years. A paternal and also a maternal uncle,

besides being extreme dipsomaniacs, lacked the energy to earn their own

living, and also never married. The fact that the paternal uncle used to

fondle me excessively while I was a boy ten to twelve years of age and

hold me clasped in his embrace in such a way as would at the present

writing suggest to me that he entertained thoughts of pædicatio,

indicates that he was possibly an active pederast. The maternal uncle

was known, while in his early twenties, to have indulged in solitary

onanism before boys around the age of twelve, but all his adult life he

appeared to be unusually attracted toward girls aged from ten to twelve,

but I do not believe he ever corrupted any, as he was always popular in

his community.

A female first cousin is a psychical hermaphrodite, and while married to

a man, has always retained a woman sweetheart, who has evidently

occupied a place in my cousin’s affections much above the husband. From

my close observation of this case for over thirty years, I am convinced

that normal women succumb more readily to the advances of a gynander

than do normal men to those of an androgyne. The cousin is decidedly

masculine both physically and psychically. No offspring resulted from

her marriage.

[Sidenote: _Fellatio ex Instinctu Infantili._]

The question has been much discussed as to whether sexual inversion is

congenital or acquired. In my own case—as well as in that of my female

cousin—it is indubitably congenital. The full evidence, in addition to

my decidedly feminine anatomy and her decidedly masculine, may not be

presented here out of regard for others.

* * * * *

My very earliest memories are those of following out my strong baby’s

instinct for the nipple—immediately after I was weaned—by making use of

the best substitute that came in my way. Pueri, atque puellae, several

years older than myself, with whom I was intimately thrown every day,

furnished me with what nature craved. The infant’s nursing instinct

unfortunately did not die out in me as in the normal individual, but has

continued powerful all my life, though with transferred object. Once

after I had grown up—much to my shame—my mother remarked before a small

family gathering that until I was quite a large boy (perhaps nine years

of age) I would in my sleep go through imbibing motions, like an infant

at the nipple.

[Sidenote: _Infantile Sexual Precocity._]

My earliest memory of all of this perversion of the nursing instinct and

its transformation into a perverted sexual instinct is the following: A

large carpet hung over a line. Several girls around eleven years of age

sat down inside and exposuerunt pudenda. The conversation was about the

boys, who they wished might come in. I was hardly more than a baby and

was undoubtedly thought too young to understand or disclose their

conduct. I crept from one to another, os cunnis earum. I was too young

to know that it was the organ of micturition, or to distinguish between

it and the breast. My instinct was sugere when the latter was presented

to me, and I did the same to it. Possibly the girls told me to.

Only on one other occasion, at the age of six, did I have such relations

with a female. The girl, of my own age, begged it of me, much to my

disgust. But I had innumerable relations cum pueris. The earliest

remembered occurred when I was three-and-a-half years old. A boy of nine

had myself, a brother of five, and another of fifteen months sugere

penem erectum. For several years he sought me occasionally for the same

purpose. My two brothers complied only a few times, while I eagerly

grasped every opportunity. They developed into strong, virile, six-foot

men, husbands and fathers.

One other boy, a year older than myself, became an even greater

favorite. From my fifth to seventh year, our relations were almost as

intimate as those of a husband and wife. We used to play “husband and

wife,” although the fact of conjugal relations was the farthest from our

thoughts. When I reached the age of seven, our relations ceased, since

we were sent to different schools and he began to play with normal boys,

while I henceforth shared the pastimes of the little girls and had them

almost exclusively for my companions. In subsequent years of our

boyhood, he asked for fellatio several times, but I refused through

shame.

[Sidenote: _Age Four to Seven._]

My addiction was common knowledge among the boys, and others sought it.

While engaged in games with boys, sometimes fellatio would occur every

few minutes. Before reaching the age of seven, I had doubtless had more

than one thousand such experiences. I of course always took the more

humiliating part. Only once in my life, at the age of thirty-six, has

another taken that part with me, much to my disgust. Out of nearly 800

intimates during my life-time, only one ever sought to take that part.

I told these boy playmates to call me “Jennie,” and encouraged them to

use sexual argot to me. I instinctively hid all my sexual experiences

from everybody except my boy intimates, though some of them proclaimed

my addiction abroad in my hearing and much to my shame. Only once my

mother questioned me suspiciously as to why I entered an outhouse every

little while with my boy friend, but I counteracted her suspicion.

I was decidedly the greatest cry-baby of my mother’s eight children who

survived infancy, as well as the most weakly. I was the only child of

the neighborhood subject to convulsions, but these were not more than

half a dozen in number and occurred before the age of six. As early as

the age of three I suffered from occasional melancholia, and would bang

my head on the floor and express the wish that “I was dead.” A girl-boy

acquaintance committed suicide at the age of twelve by swallowing rat

poison.

[Sidenote: _Girl-boy Playmates._]

I was the only girl-boy of my immediate neighborhood, and from the

seventh to the twelfth year of my life, was looked upon by all the other

children as more girl than boy. When, after the age of seven, I made

acquaintances farther off than in my own block, I became acquainted with

three other girl-boys on three adjacent blocks, and a number of others

in the village. It was common knowledge among the boys of the school.

After they became adults, three became notorious among the sporting

adolescents of the village, as I learned through a brother who belonged

to that class.

The only one with whom I was intimate became, between the ages of

fifteen and twenty, a regular fille de joie. A coterie of particularly

virile adolescents who had no other means of satisfying their libido,

and who were disinclined to visit an evil resort, had recourse to him

regularly that he might take the humiliating role in fellatio. Young

inverts who do not repress their instincts have relations ordinarily

with their young male friends. I was an exception in this respect, as

well as in respect to conscientious scruples against following instinct.

My other two girl-boy playmates became, respectively, an organist and an

orchestra leader by profession when they became adult. During their late

teens and early twenties, they had many liaisons (fellatio) with

sport-loving young men—according to my brother—but having more money

than the invert just described, they played the wooer, being the seeker,

and choosing their intimates, instead of being sought out by the many.

They spent a considerable part of their earnings on their beaux. I know

nothing about the sexual conduct of any of these three inverts after

they passed the age of twenty-five. But the first mentioned developed

into a notorious dipsomaniac toward middle age, and the other two, when

past the age of forty, are healthy, prosperous, and I believe well

esteemed in their community. Most of their business associates have

never heard anything against them. Of course none of the three ever

married a _woman_.

[Sidenote: _Inversion Promotes Music._]

Of this group of passive inverts who grew up together, I alone had the

scholarly instinct and was unusually religious. Of the six who lived to

be adults, three—including the organist and the orchestra leader—had

extraordinary talent as musicians. No growth of beard ever showed itself

on the face of one of the three, and he looked remarkably like a woman.

My knowledge of these inverts leads me to remark at this point that in

general those who have relations with a passive invert are normal young

men who later marry a woman, but in whom the fire of lust has been

kindled by nature subsequent to puberty and for whom circumstances

prevent marriage between eighteen and twenty-five years of age.

Every large city block and almost every small village of the world has

its girl-boy, so far as my wide observation goes. After a life extending

over nearly half a century and spent in many countries of the world, it

is my own careful estimate that approximately _one physical male in

three hundred_ is born with this nature.

[Sidenote: _Frequency of Androgynism._]

Physicians possibly have not discovered inverts in such numbers: First,

because the majority of the medical profession have been in almost

entire ignorance of the existence of this variety of the _genus homo_,

and have therefore neglected to search around for them; and secondly,

because of the fact that through humanity’s misunderstanding and

persecution of them, these inverts hide their idiosyncrasies and secret

practices as no other class of mankind. They can be discovered only by

careful search, and recognized only by those having an intimate

knowledge of the invert’s character and habits. They are often

unsuspected even by their own families.

In a class of fifty boys in a school, there was one passive invert. In

another class of forty, there were two. In a club of thirty young men,

there were two. In an office staff of fourteen, there were two. In a

community of twelve hundred inhabitants, six were known to your author.

Havelock Ellis has stated that among the professional and most cultured

classes of England, the number of “homosexualists”—which term includes

active pederasts as well as passive inverts—may rise as high as one in

twenty. Moll has stated that he knew of from 850 to 1,050 in Berlin

alone, which would make the ratio one to every 1,666 inhabitants. Of

course Moll could know of only a small proportion of the total number in

Berlin.

[Sidenote: _Author’s Rather Diminutive Size._]

All inverts do not give way to their instincts, since the strength of

these instincts varies in different individuals, as does the degree of

effeminacy, just as there are corresponding differences in normal

individuals. Your author’s is an extreme case of passive inversion. His

case is also unusual because of the strange combination of appetencies

in one individual: the instincts of the fairie, the thirst for knowledge

of the savant, the yearning after God and holiness of life of the

zealot, and the impulse toward altruism of the missionary. My intention

from the age of fifteen to nineteen to pass my life as a foreign

missionary and preacher of the Gospel was relinquished because

inconsistent with the much stronger appetency of the fairie, which

finally carried all good resolutions before it.

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