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"I could only love a perfectly manly man from 21 to 40 years of
age. He must be physically beautiful and well made. Size of
sexual organs plays no part. The muscles must be developed and
the hands must be especially well shaped. Hands are my fetish. (I
could never love anyone with ugly hands.) He must have no odor
issuing from his body (though I do not dislike faint perfume when
clothed), and, above all, never have a bad breath. He must be
intelligent, love music, art, literature, and nature. He must be
refined and cultured and have been about the world. He must have
simplicity in behavior, dress, and manner, and, above all, be
clean-bodied as clean-minded. Cynicism I cannot stand. (Here I
may state I once owned a St. Bernard dog which reminded me much
of my ideal. He was always sedate, always loving, and faithful;
generally quiet. He only got excited when out in the elements.) I
have not been able to get on with people who have no sense of
humor. From my birth I was physically weak. First I suffered from
eczema. Being born with a double squint, I was operated on at 21/2
and again at 31/2 years of age, with excellent result. From 4 to 12
years of age I had convulsions (often), and all the illnesses of
childhood. At the age of 121/2 years I took scarlet fever, followed
by a weak heart, which grew stronger after a year, and Bright's
disease, which lasted fifteen years with hardly a break. This
illness had its wonted effect of producing melancholia and
upsetting the whole nervous system. Bright's disease stopped
suddenly but was followed by a succession of illnesses. Then I
had neuritis very badly. I then removed to Bavaria, and to regain
nervous strength I was treated by Freud's psychoanalytical
method, with great success. I had a very bad relapse, as my
brother, who had just heard I was homosexual, came to visit me
and threatened to have me put under guardians, if my father
should die. It took me weeks to recover from the shock. We broke
off all intercourse and though my brother has been several times
in the same town where I have been, we remain strangers. At this
time my father died suddenly. Last spring four suicides of
friends in so many weeks had a very bad effect on my nerves. I am
now in Berlin in better spirits, but the cramp continues badly at
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