ed about 12 or 13.
After leaving I occasionally indulged, but nothing happened until
I was about 20, except that I was often attracted by strong,
well-built young men of good character; a man who was not honest
and good-hearted had no attraction. At 20 I was much attached to
a young man of my own age. He was engaged. This did not prevent
him on one occasion endeavoring playfully and with his brother to
obtain access to my person. I successfully resisted, although if
_he_ only had been present I should not have done so, but
welcomed the attempt, and I have often regretted I did not let
him know this. But I had a dim idea that my penis was somewhat
undeveloped and this made me shy. Circumstances separated us.
About two years later I was crossing the Channel when I engaged
in conversation with a man about eight years older, who was one
of our travelling party. I think the attraction was a case of
love at sight, certainly on my side. A few nights later he had so
arranged that we shared a bedroom, and he very soon came over to
me and tenderly handled my person. I reciprocated and I look back
all these years to that night with pleasure and no feeling of
shame. On one occasion, about this time, I happened to be
sleeping with another young fellow (an office mate) on a holiday,
when I awoke and found him handling my penis caressingly. I
gently removed his hand and turned over. I thought none the less
of him, but my body seemed to belong only to myself and the
friend I loved. He was not an urning, I am sure, but we Were
often together and I much entered into his interests and felt
infinite satisfaction with life, made good progress and many
friends. Our physical intimacy was repeated, he taking the active
part in intercrural contact. Then he married very happily. Our
friendship remains, but circumstances prevent our often meeting,
and there is no longer desire on either part.

"For some years I was rather lonely in spite of friends. I was
somewhat attracted to another man, but his superior social
position was a defect to me. Then when about 28 I came in contact
with a young man of 24, of the artisan class, but superior in
ideals and intelligence to most men. I loved him at first glance
and to this day. At first it was just friendship, but soon his
form, voice, and thoughts entered in