mother.  “Being naturally imitative,” he remarks, “I think I acquired her tastes and interests and habits of thought.  However that may be, I feel sure that my interests and amusements were more girlish than boyish.  By way of illustration, I may mention that I have often been told by a friend of my mother’s that, on one occasion, I was wanting a new hat, and none being found of a size to fit me, I congratulated myself that I should therefore be obliged to have a bonnet! As regards my feminine tastes and instincts, I have always been conscious of taking interest in questions of family relationships, etiquette, dress (women’s as much as, or more than, men’s) and other things of that kind, which, as a rule, were treated with indifference or contempt.  In the house I take more notice than my sister does of the servants’ deficiencies and neglects, and am much more orderly in my arrangements than she is.”

There is nothing markedly feminine in the general appearance.  Pubertal development took place at an early age, long before fourteen, with nocturnal emissions, but without erotic dreams.  The testicles are well developed, the penis perhaps rather below the average in size, and the prepuce long and narrow.  Erection occurs with much facility, especially at night.  When young he knew nothing of masturbation, but he began the habit about ten years ago, and has practised it occasionally ever since.

Although he likes the society of women to a certain extent, he soon grows tired of it, and has never had any desire to marry.  His sexual dreams never have any relation to women.  “I am generally doing or saying something,” he remarks, “to some man whom I know when awake, something which I admit I might wish to do or say if it were not quite out of the question on grounds of propriety and self-respect.”

    He has, however, never had any intimate relationships with men,
    and much that he has heard of such relationships fills him with
    horror.

“What I feel about myself is,” he writes, “that I have to a certain extent, or in some respects, a feminine mind in a male body; or, I might put it that I am a combination of an immoral (in tendency, rather than in act) woman and a religious man.  From time to time I have felt strong affection for young men, but I cannot flatter myself that my affection has been reciprocated.  At the present time there is a young fellow (23 years old) who acts as my clerk and sits in my room.  He is extremely good-looking, and of a type which is generally considered ‘aristocratic,’ but so far as I (or he) know, he is quite of the lower middle class.  He has little to recommend him but a fine face and figure, and there is nothing approaching to mental or social equality between us.  But I constantly feel the strongest desire to treat him as a man might a young girl he warmly loved.  Various obvious considerations keep me from more