case of deeply passionate love, I shrank from any such method, but the mutual, naked embrace I found was for me an absolutely natural and pure expression of love.  I never felt any touch of grossness in it, and it destroyed the earlier and (for me at least) less wholesome desire.

“The school friendship disappeared with the marriage of my friend.  I was furiously jealous, and the young man’s mother was opposed to me, but I still think of that early friendship with tenderness.  I know that my boy friend was the first who made me capable of self-expression, the first who taught me how to make friends at all.  And if he still cared for me, I know that his love would be dear to me still.

“My chief regret, as I look back, is that I did not know about these things early.  I cannot but think that all youngsters should be spoken to about the love of comrades and encouraged to seek help in any sort of trouble that this may bring.  We homogenic folk may be but a small percentage of mankind, but our numbers are still great, and surely the making or marring of our lives should count for something.  At college I fell violently in love with a friend with whom I did work in science.  He loved me too, though not with such heat.  He also was largely uranian, but this I only realized a year or two back.  He remains unmarried, and is still my friend.  We did some research work together which is pretty well known.  I am quite sure that the love we had for each other gave tremendous zest to our work and greatly increased our powers.

“While I was working at college I was interested in a lad who was working as errand boy for a city firm.  I helped him to get better training, and spent money on him.  My father was making me some allowance at the time and demurred.  I said I would in future support myself, and in this way came to take up schoolmastering.  I at once became quite absorbed in my work with the boys.  Of course I loved them.  And here I feel I must touch upon what seems to me a characteristic of most of us uranians.  Our genital organs are with us ordinarily and usually organs of expression.  The clean-minded heterogenic man is apt to look upon such a view of the genital organs as monstrous; we, on the other hand, are compelled (at least for ourselves) to regard it as the natural and pure one.  For my own part I had many Puritan prejudices—­prejudices that I retained for many a long and weary day—­but my affection for those of my own sex so often expressed itself by some sexual stirring, and more or less erection, that I was obliged to look upon this as inevitable, and in general I paid no attention to it whatever.  It was the older boys’ who sometimes attracted me strongly.  My love for them was I know a genuinely spiritual thing, though inevitably having some physical expression.  I was capable of great devotion to them and sacrifice for them, and I would certainly rather have died