“'Let's fuck, Karen,' said my cousin. He was about fourteen and I was a year younger. We were upstairs fooling around in the attic, looking at the old junk in the trunks, and trying on Grandma's old hats and stuff.
“He really caught me by surprise when he asked me that.
“'You know what it means, don't you?' he demanded when I didn't answer right away.
“'Yeah, I know what it means,' I said.
“'Then how about it?'
“'I don't know,' I said uncertainly. 'I don't think it would be right.'
“'What's wrong with it?'
“'I don't know,' I repeated stupidly.
“I knew that I should just have said no and stamped downstairs indignantly. But I was curious and I felt sort of queasy and giddy. It was a peculiar kind of feeling that I'd never felt before.
“'Oh, come on,' he pleaded, 'nobody'll be home for hours.'
“'I–I don't know,' I murmured again.
“'Look,' he said, 'if you show me what you've got, I'll show you what I've got.'
“I was fascinated. I'd never seen a boy's wienie, and I only had a vague idea of what it looked like. They have these pictures in our hygiene book at school, but they don't give you much of an idea.
“'No, you first,' I suddenly said.
“He grinned like a monkey, and nodded happily.
“'Okay, me first.'
“He unzipped his trousers and his penis popped out. It was longer and thicker than I thought. It looked different. At first I couldn't look right at it. I had to glance and then turn away. I did that a couple of times and then I found myself staring right at it.
“'Now you,' he said. 'Pull up your dress and take down your panties.'
“'W-wait,' I pleaded, stalling for time.
“I screwed up my courage and touched his penis very lightly with my fingers.
“'Don't,' he moaned.
“'Why not?'
“'I'll come.'
“'What does that mean? Does it hurt?
“'No-o-o-o, I'll shoot off. Don't you know anything, you ninny?'
“I shook my head. 'I guess I don't know very much,' I said very softly.
“'Come on,' he said fiercely, 'you get undressed. It isn't fair.'
“'Oh, all right,' I said reluctantly.
“I was very shy and could feel myself blushing furiously as I raised my dress up to my waist and then, with even more reluctance, started to pull down my pink panties.
“'Come on, pull down your pants,' he snarled.
“'I will,' I said, 'just let me take my time.'
“I couldn't look at him. I turned my head away and closed my eyes. Suppose Mom and Dad should suddenly come home and catch us. That would be awful. I'd never be able to face them again. But I wanted to undress, and I also knew that I wanted to try what Gerry had said. That's my cousin's name, Gerry.
“'I'm waiting,' he said impatiently.
“'Okay.' With a swift movement I slipped my panties down and let them fall to the floor. Gerry unbuckled his belt, dropped his trousers and his shorts and stepped out of them, and I stepped out of my panties. We were both nude from the waist to our socks.
“'Let's fuck,' he implored.
“'I don't know, Gerry. I guess it won't hurt to try it once. But please be very gentle… I'm scared.'
“'Nothing to be scared of. It's nice, real nice. You'll see.'
“He looked around the room, then peered into the trunk and retrieved a large moth-eaten blanket which he threw on the attic floor.
“'There,' he said. 'You lie down on that, on your back.'
“Holding my dress high, I dropped to my haunches, all the while staring up at him, and then, very slowly and uncertainly, let myself down until I was lying flat. I closed my eyes. I felt him beside me. He positioned himself over me.
“'Spread your legs apart,' he ordered.
“I did. At that moment I felt his weight on top of me, crushing me to the floor. He was so heavy that I could hardly breathe. I felt myself trembling all over, from fright and anticipation. Then I felt him manipulating his wienie between my legs and toward my hole. I gasped as he pushed. It didn't go in.
“'Oh damn,' he muttered with frustration. 'Draw your knees up.'
“I did. But it didn't seem to help much.
“'I got to get some grease,' he said, pulling himself off me. He vanished downstairs, while I lay there panting, wondering if I shouldn't put a stop to this silly business right now. Suppose I got pregnant from what he did. At that moment, however, he returned with a small jar of vaseline from the bathroom medicine chest.
“'Now I'll be able to get it in,' he exclaimed confidently.
“He scrawled over me and let himself down on top of me again. Oh, how heavy he was! Then I felt his wienie pushing at me down there, pushing and pushing real hard.
“'I can't get it in!' he said fiercely.
“'Oh, please stop,' I pleaded. He was hurting me. I wondered what anybody saw in fucking. It seemed to be nothing but pure frustration and misery.
“'I bet you've got your cherry?'
“'Huh?' I didn't know what he meant. I really didn't, I was so innocent.
“'I mean, I bet you've never fucked before.'
“'Of course not,' I said indignantly.
“'I don't want to fuck a virgin,' he finally said.
“The real reason, of course, was that he had failed to penetrate me and he felt that there was something lacking in his prowess.
“He climbed off me and I sat up and smoothed down my dress.
“'Let me screw you in the ass,' he suddenly said.
“I furrowed my eyebrows. Back there? That was really dirty. I wasn't going to let him do anything to me back there. And besides, it would hurt like anything.
“'Oh, come on,' he snapped impatiently, desperation in his voice. 'We gotta do something now.'
“'But that's like an animal,' I protested.
“'So what? Animals usually do it the other way anyhow.'
“That was perfectly true, of course, but I was in no more mood for logical argument than he was. I really wanted to do something. Just being undressed in front of a boy had been enough to get me aroused.
“'Let's just try it anyway,' he said. 'You won't mind it.'
“'How do you know?'
“'Well,' he said slowly and uncertainly, 'I know because it happened to me in scout camp.'
“'You mean boys do that to each other?'
“'Sometimes.'
“He seemed to be embarrassed, which delighted me no end, and I decided not to let him off too easily.
“'What's it like?' I asked.
“'Roll over on your stomach,' he said, 'and you'll find out.'
“'Oh well, all right,” I finally said.
“I rolled over on my tummy with my bottom up. I felt him over me, then crushing down on me again. He was so excited that his wienie popped and his goo spurted over me back there; but then, before I could say anything, I suddenly felt it slither up my rear end. Oooh, it was nice! That really caught me by surprise. It hurt just a little, not much, and pretty soon it started feeling good.
He started fucking me, in and out. I spread my legs apart and moaned. He spurted again, and I felt it going in and wished I could have had the first dose in me. I was really sorry when he pulled it out, and it was all over. It was the best sex I ever had. The first of anything is always the best.
“I didn't see my cousin again until I was sixteen. He took me to a drive-in movie and, afterwards, screwed me in the back seat, the regular way. I didn't like it, and I wished he'd stick it up my rectum again, but I was much too shy to ask him, and, anyway, when I did jokingly mention what we'd done before, he said that was kid's stuff and dirty, and he apologized to me for it. He didn't have to because I liked it, and I was sorry we didn't do it that way again.
“Now I'm twenty-two, and I've had sex with a couple of boys, the normal, straight, old-fashioned way, and it doesn't do anything for me at all. It's also scary because I don't exactly fancy getting in a family way. It's much better to do it up the rectum. That didn't hurt anything, and it's much more exciting. But I'm about the only person I know that likes it that way. And it's too embarrassing to talk about. The only reason I consented to have sex with the boys I mentioned was that I was hoping they might just do it to me back there, but they didn't, and I'd never get enough nerve to ask.
“It's really awful wanting desperately to have an unpopular kind of sex experience, something that no one else shares with you. That's how I got this idea. I came over to England for my holiday, and when I saw those little ads I really flipped. I suddenly got this idea. Maybe I'm sort of lesby or bisexual, anyway, but I suddenly got this idea of calling one of those numbers and having a woman do me with a dildoe.
“The bulletin board with the ads on it is down by Piccadilly, up on one of the streets that leads into Soho. People, almost all them men, collect there reading the cards, and I walked around the block a couple of times before I was able to stop there without anybody else. All the way along guys kept giving me the eye and making propositions. You have to be careful if you're alone, and I don't go around there at night. This was in the afternoon.
“Anyway, I memorized one of the telephone numbers. It was for a blonde girl, and it gave her measurements, and then said 'specializes in correction.' That's for masochists, of course, but, although I sometimes think it would be nice to be spanked, I'm more interested in having something pushed in me back there than being paddled. Yet masochists and the certain kind of person I am have something in common. We both love bottoms and think that there's nothing as beautiful as round buttocks.
“I went back down to the Piccadilly station which is very large. There are quite a few telephone booths there, but people are always using them, so that gave me a chance to make up my mind about this crazy thing. I imagined that the prostitute would be very surprised to have a girl call for an appointment, and she might think it was a joke. Anyway, I felt so desperate that I just had to try it. One thing about calling on a telephone, it doesn't really matter if you're rebuffed, because no one will see you.
“I got into the phone booth and quickly jotted the number down. I'd been saying it over and over again to myself. Then I fished around in my purse for a sixpence. British phones are kooky. You have to dial the number and then put in the sixpence, and when the other party answers you have to push a button.
“An older woman answered the phone. That put me off. I thought I had the wrong number. Then I remembered that prostitutes have older maids so, very timidly, I asked if I could make an appointment. I expected her to act surprised, but she didn't. Instead, she told me it would be five pounds, and then gave me the address and what underground route I had to take to get there.
“I was all excited, just like when those things happened when I was a kid. I went down the long escalator, followed the signs around to the Circle Line, and, a few minutes later, found myself walking down a long block of houses looking for the basement number. By this time I was almost in a panic, scared to death, all of which added to the thrill of the whole thing. I kept saying to myself, 'Now, at least, you're going to have something shoved up your bare bottom.' I pictured my own bare backside and wondered if she'd have me bend over, get down on hands and knees, or what. I wondered what she'd be like, probably hard as nails. But that's all right. That was the kind of person I really wanted, a girl that would be something like a man.
“I found the number, and before I could lose my nerve I tripped down the stairs and rang the bell. A gray-haired woman appeared; she looked like someone's grandma. She smiled cordially and led me into the parlor. It was a cozy room, rug on the floor, typical wingback armchairs, fireplace in the corner, and the TV was on.
“Moments later a tall, buxom woman of about thirty appeared and sat opposite me, her legs crossed so that I could see her ample thighs. I was really nervous now, but I still wanted it, and this young woman appealed to me. I guess I must really be at least part lesby.
“'What can I do for you?' she asked in a pleasant voice, and smiled.
“'I guess it's kind of strange for a girl to come here,' I said.
“'Not at all. I have ladies who come. What would you like?'
“I hesitated a moment, wondering if I had nerve enough to make my embarrassing request.
“'I'd like to be worked over with a dildoe,' I whispered.
“'Sure,' she answered, and, to my immense relief, 'where, in front or behind?'
“'Behind,' I murmured, and sighed.
“'Sure,' she said, smiling again, and rose. 'Come with me,' she added after I gave her the five pounds.
“I knew that afterwards I'd feel terribly degraded, and that I'd probably hate myself, but now I was too full of delicious anticipation. At last, after all these years, I was actually going to have something up my rectum.
“The little room she led me into looked like a chamber of horrors. There was a large bed in the center. All around the walls were whips, high leather boots, costumes, and wigs.
“'Strip,' she ordered, and then closed the door behind her. I wished she'd undress me, but I didn't have the nerve to ask. I decided to let her do everything, and that I would be completely passive.
“Slowly, garment by garment, I pulled a striptease in front of the mirror and, when I was bare, turned so that I could study my own round buttocks and the crack between them. I ran my hand over them very gently. 'You're going to get something right up in there,' I told myself.
“I sat on the bed and waited. I could hear other people talking in the kitchen and hoped nobody would suddenly come bursting in on me. Suppose the police came? I didn't even want to think of that. It felt delicious being stark naked and waiting for something to be done to me, so I just sat there savoring the anticipation.
“The door opened, and in came the prostitute half clad in leather, nude from the waist down. Leather is important to some people, I guess. It doesn't do anything particular for me.
“'Lie down on your stomach,' she told me.
“That surprised me. I thought I'd have to kneel down or bend over. Then she showed me the dildoes. I'd never seen one before. Two of them were huge artificial penises with testicles, the third was much smaller.
“'Which one do you want?' she asked.
“'Oh, not the big one,' I protested. 'I don't think I could take the big one.'
“'I guess we'd better use this little one then,' and she strapped it on.
“I was really excited now. I looked back past my rump, and watched her smear vaseline on the dildoe. She told me to move over, then got on the bed just behind me. 'Relax,' she said.
“I felt the dildoe slide between my cheeks, then, suddenly, sharp pain as the tip of it went in me. My cousin hadn't hurt when he screwed me back there, but the dildoe felt cold and hard. It wasn't like a penis at all.
“The prostitute crouched over me, slowly pushing the dildoe in, and then lay on top of me, crushing me on the bed.
“'It's all the way in you,' she said softly and began to pump very slowly. The pain went away and it began to feel good, not as nice as when the boy had done it to me, but nice. I relaxed and let it push in and out of me. She told me to spread my legs, and, when I did, she worked my clit with her finger. I really began to enjoy it now. The pressure in my rectum was wonderful. It felt so good.
“I felt the pleasure building up, something I'd never experienced before. I could hardly stand it. 'Shove it way up in me, I begged fiercely, and she did. She hurt me, but I liked it. Suddenly, and for the first time in my life, I felt an orgasm building. I felt water squirt in. I moaned and, as I reached my climax, she pushed the dildoe way up deep. Then, as I gradually slipped down from the peak, she lay there on top of me with it still in me.
“'Ohhh,' I moaned, 'that was so wonderful.'
“'That's good,' she said brightly withdrawing from me and wiping me back there with a Kleenex.
“'I'll probably be back,' I said, sitting up and getting ready to dress.
“'Oh, be delighted to have you. I like doing a pretty girl. It's a bit of a treat.'
“Moments later I was back at the underground station catching the next train for Piccadilly. I'd have dinner at one of the sea food restaurants, I decided, and then go to the Haymarket and see a play. My bottom felt sore, but, for the first time that I could remember, I felt gratified. The tension was gone, and, much to my own surprise, I didn't feel degraded or ashamed. And why should I be? I thought. After all, all I'd done was go for a treatment. It didn't hurt me or anybody else; it was good for me. I decided I'd probably go again before I went back home where I could never have my kind of therapy; and all next winter, when I was in that stupid office typing business letters, I'd remember how nice it had been.”
Anal eroticism is one of the common forms of sexual deviation and is being given increasingly more attention in recent studies. Freud recognized it, and described the anal phase as the second of three stages of sexuality in the child. It succeeds the oral, which is manifested by sucking, and precedes the genital, in which there is direction away from the ego to others. Freud, however, did not believe that anal intercourse was very common, even among practicing homosexuals, and held that it was very rare among women. Other early pioneers in the study of the psychology of sex, such as Krafft-Ebing and Havelock Ellis, also reported very few such cases. The rarity of case histories of anal intercourse in the classical literature is probably less because of the uncommon occurrence of analism than because of the powerful taboos against confessing to it. Kinsey's Sexual Behavior of the Human Female (1953) confirms that the anus is definitely an erogenous zone and Frank Caprio cites several case histories, although, in his Sexual Deviations (1950) lists pederasty as a minor perversion. It is simply not known how much analism exists, but judging from very recent paperback literature, dating from the commencement of the new permissiveness around 1966, it could be fairly widespread.
It would seem from the rather meager evidence at hand that the anal erotic, both male and female, is a highly secretive person, driven like the young lady in the aforementioned case history, by powerful compulsions. These urges are often inconsistent with the individual's sensitivity and idealism. Yet, what the anal erotic really wants is to regress, to return to the paradise of childhood from which he has been expelled and for which he yearns. His sexuality is closely related to the games he played, “doctor,” “house” and such, and to the sex experiments which they so frequently led to. The higher and more sublimated aspects of sex are actually repellent to the deviate. He prefers sex to be divorced from courtship and love, and to be confined to those physical activities and forms of play which he enjoys. He or she wants to be the child again and to derive gratification from assaults.' Anal intercourse and the various forms of anal masturbation are essentially substitutes for the enemas given to the child around the time of puberty or just before. All forms of analism usually stem from these experiences.
The anal stage, according to Freud, is one in which the young child's resistance to toilet training leads to focusing on the anal functions and their pleasures and pains. Because the retention of feces is pleasurable, and also enemas, some children briefly focus on their anal functions. Most go through this stage to the genital, and develop an interest in the penis or vulva, but a few do not make the transition and remain fixated at the infantile level. This Freud maintained, is the basic cause of analism as a deviation.
As Freud pointed out, the essential feature of deviation is the preference of something to heterosexual genital intercourse. Consequently, anal intercourse is sometimes experimented with by young boys and girls who engage in this practice only as a substitute. Insertion of various objects into the anus is masturbation, and anal intercourse is in somewhat the same category. Later, the majority of older children abandon their anal experiments for genital sexuality. The few that do not, and who persist in the other forms of sexual behavior, preferring them to so-called normal intercourse, are whom the Freudians define as deviates.
Post-Freudian psychiatry no longer takes a stern view toward deviation, and, in general, does not aim at adjustment as the goal; as Fromm points out, it is society itself that is sick, and trying to make people conform to a sick society is anything but good therapy. Consequently, contemporary psychiatrists usually encourage deviates to accept their own particular forms of sexuality rather than feel obliged to sublimate.
Among the various forms of sexual behavior anal eroticism remains little understood. It was frequently associated with homosexuality and thought to be confined chiefly to men. Heterosexual anal intercourse was known to occur, of course, and, indeed, the laws against buggery, the legal term for this act, remain in most societies. But it was thought that girls and women submitted to anal intercourse only to accommodate men, and that the men who performed anal ism were at least latent homosexuals.
This view is probably wrong. Some men and women, it is impossible to know what percentage, derive sexual satisfaction from anal penetration. This is anal eroticism. Many if not most of the men who do so are attracted only to women, not to members of their own sex. And, at least some women actually enjoy anal penetration. Both, it can probably be said, find buttocks beautiful, and the gluteal regions are, for them, the primary erogenous zone. There is consequently some relationship between anal eroticism and flagellation. Some anal erotics are sadomasochists, preferring, however, penetration to whipping. The pain of anal penetration is bitter-sweet and intense, but it also has been found that some people are actually very sensitive in the rectal region and derive intense pleasure from having something inserted.
Some teenagers prefer anal eroticism in order to avoid the dangers of conception. In these cases, however, analism is usually a substitute, a contraceptive device. The only genuine anal erotics are those who primarily derive sexual gratification from anal penetration, either actively or passively.
The Freudians were probably right in holding that anal eroticism begins in early childhood, in some cases before the age of five. Post-Freudian studies have confirmed the influence of enemas, but it is probably less the physical sensation of being given an enema than the ritual surrounding it that stimulates the child's sexuality. The experience is probably most intense where there is some strictness concerning sexuality, and where the antithesis between puritanical insistence on modesty and the “indecency” of being given an enema is particularly sharp. The child cannot regard it as simple medication. It contradicts everything that he has been taught.
Since girls are brought up much more conservatively than boys, enemas are apt to make a more serious impression on them. For many, an enema is the earliest sexual experience. As Chidekel suggests in his Female Sex Perversions, the girl will probably resist the enemas at first, regard them as highly indecent assaults, but later she may develop a craving for them, concoct illnesses so that the injections may be repeated, and, after puberty, start giving them to herself as a form of masturbation. Such girls may also turn to other forms of anal gratification, such as anal intercourse. There may also be lesbian situations, group sex in which girls give enemas to each other; very rarely, situations may occur in which anally erotic mothers give enemas to their daughters and, by so doing, stimulate anal interests in them. All such activities are exceptionally secretive and, for this reason, study of them is very difficult.
There can be no doubt that anal sex is most common among children of both sexes during the pre-puberty period and, up through the ages of twelve and thirteen, when adolescents are particularly experimental. By sixteen the majority of youngsters have turned to normal genital sex interests in the context of boy-girl relations, social activities, and the purely sexual element has become somewhat sublimated into the forming of pair bonds or even group sex in which the social aspect is more important than the physical. The minority who remain fixated in the earlier desire for purely physical sex and sex play now become deviants where previously their activities, the same activities, were normal. Experiments, including anal experiments, seem to occur most commonly between the ages of ten and fourteen. Prior to that time the interest is more latent than actual, and later it diminishes except among those who are highly regressive.
As mentioned before, there is one principal reason why anal eroticism occurs, and this is the enema. Young children are often given enemas by their mothers, or in the hospital by nurses. They also indulge in sex games like “doctor,” and usually enjoy such situations. Although these activites are “naughty” there is seldom much guilt, and the naughtiness, of course, adds considerably to the pleasure.
No childhood form of sexual behavior is deviate or perverse. Experiment is natural to children, and almost anything the child does is, in that sense, innocent. This, in itself, gives prepuberty sex a certain quality which the adolescent loses and which many adults recall with regret. In certain respects childhood is the happiest time of life, at least for those fortunate enough to be born into reasonably affluent and stable homes, and who enjoy the affection of devoted parents. At heart, the perennial cult of deviant sex is really a yearning to return to the bright golden world of childhood, and the sexuality of the child.
What is attractive about early sexuality is its simplicity and the fact that it is nonreflective. Children merely propose that they disrobe and examine each other's bodies, touch genitals and buttocks, perhaps probe a little with fingers or other objects, and press one against another. The fun and excitement is in the secretiveness, the anticipation of an unknown and presumably enjoyable experience, the act of exposing buttocks and genitals, the bodily contact, and, above all, the ritual play. The very absence of courtship and the total noninvolvement of sex with moral and spiritual values add immensely to the joys.
A little boy takes a little girl into the attic or the garage, invites her to raise her skirt and take down her panties, promising that “he'll show her his if she'll show him hers.” Like as not she will agree, without in the least feeling that her honor or anything else is being compromised. She knows that it's “naughty,” and that they must not be caught. The taboo is imposed from without later. Like as not, it is not yet within her mind, as it will be in just a few years.
When they have both undressed, and perhaps she has initiated the whole thing herself, they will want to do something. She might even ask him to “fuck” her, using a term which she has heard somewhere but knows not the complete meaning of. Neither child will probably have a clear idea of what it is all about or what they are supposed to do. The boy will probably be a little more experienced. Perhaps he has been to a summer camp where an older boy has taken him into the woods, made him take his pants down and bend over, and then pushed his penis up his rectum. This is what “fuck” will mean to the boy. It may have hurt a little, but it was exciting, and, on the whole, he liked it, and quite willingly allowed it to happen again. Now he will suggest the same to the little girl. She must bend over. But he is too young to have an erection, and so he can only press his penis between her buttocks. This is frustrating, and especially to the girl who wants to know what it feels like. She will ask him to stick his finger up her anus or perhaps a pencil or toothbrush handle. And, perhaps, she will do the same for him.
They may also experiment the same way with genital contact, using fingers and other objects when they fail to achieve intercourse. Usually it will all take place in the context of “playing house” or “playing doctor.” They will not attach any particular significance to the anus or the vagina; either will do as well.
Children sometimes engage in group sex as well, again, usually in the context of some game. They will all strip and examine each other, or perhaps take turns going into the darkness of a closet in pairs while the others wait outside. They will touch and examine each other's buttocks and genitals, try to “fuck,” insert things into one another.
These experimental sex games are a major cause of anal eroticism later, especially if the fascination with some of the experiments turns out to be greater than adolescent sexuality with its emphasis on socialization. The same is true of homosexuality, which is, in some respects, arrested development, and also of exhibitionism and voyeurism. Most forms of sex deviation are actually attempts to cling to subteen patterns.
Adults often introduce children to anal eroticism. Sometimes this occurs quite deliberately when child molesters perform anal intercourse on youngsters. When, as is sometimes the case, the child enjoys the experience, he may want to repeat it and, in later life, develops certain fixations.
Most frequently, however, young people become anally erotic because of enemas given to them by mothers or nurses. To the nurse or mother, giving the enema is an unpleasant but necessary medical treatment which has been ordered by the doctor or else occurs because the mother is oversolicitous about her child's bowel movements.
To the child an enema is an assault upon a private part of his body, an embarrassing, undignified experience, also perhaps frightening and painful. He will probably rebel, and the operation may well acquire the proportions of drama with the child's father or perhaps an older sister participating. Realization of the enema's sexual aspect has, in recent years, caused doctors to advise giving such treatments less frequently than in the past, and the Fleet Enema, which is a simple disposable bulb syringe, has very largely displaced the older apparatus with bag and long tubes. Even when the more traditional equipment is used, nurses seldom give “high” enemas any longer, there being no particular advantage to having a colon tube inserted up into the bowel.
It is likely, therefore, that anal eroticism caused by enemas given in childhood will be less common than formerly. There are many middle-aged and older people around, however, who were given frequent enemas when they were children, and not a few of these continue to have anal tendencies. Proof of this is in the fairly large number of middle-aged and older people of both sexes who go to naturopaths for colonic irrigations, ostensibly for therapeutic reasons, but very often for erotic gratification.
But sadomasochistic tendencies are also important. As Louis London and Frank Caprio suggest in Sexual Deviations, (1951), “Many woman patients who are referred for psychiatric treatment because of a conversion neurosis complain that they are subjected to rectal intercourse.” One woman reported that her husband preferred sodomy to normal intercourse and that “she had to bite the pillow in order to endure the acute discomfort she experienced during the insertion of her husband's penis into her rectum. Analysis of her husband disclosed a pronounced sadistic component which was traced to sexual excitement during childhood with acts of cruelty involving domestic animals.” Not a few women actually enjoy the pain of anal intercourse much as other masochists enjoy flagellation. As London and Caprio suggest, “Some women enjoy being subjected to sodomistic practices because of their strong masochistic component.”
Finally, fantasy and partialism are also usually involved. Anal erotics of both sexes are usually buttocks fetishists. The sight of naked buttocks, of a child being given an enema, perhaps, or a woman submitting to sodomy will be highly stimulating. Anal erotics are usually visually oriented, respond to pornography, or have their anal impulses triggered by it. As Roger Blake notes in Sex Gadgets, one woman commented that she liked pictures. “I wish I had a picture of [a rectal vibrator] sticking in my rear when I was coming, so I could see my face, too.”