“Autobiography Of An Androgyne” is a curious, fascinating historical document, but ultimately a tragic read. Initially published in an edition of only 1,000 in 1918 by the Medico-Legal Journal for a limited audience of scientists, doctors, sociologists, and ‘alienists’ (early psychologists) this memoir details the life of a very effeminate, even possibly trans man from his birth to a puritanical, upper-middle class household in Connecticut in 1873 through his eventual self-realization as “Jennie June” cruising for sexual encounters in the largely immigrant neighborhoods of late 1890s Manhattan and Brooklyn, and his personal and professional struggles up to 1918, at the age of 45.
It’s hard not to play armchair psychiatrist while reading Earl Lind/“Ralph Werther/“Jennie June’s” account. His penchant for masochism, his acquiescence to robbery and even rape, his identification as a helpless “baby girl”: are these caused by the social climate, and his religion-steeped acceptance of his ‘bad’ nature as deserving of such? Or, as he also argues, is he a congenital ‘androgyne’, a woman trapped in a man’s body, making this perhaps the earliest “Trans” autobiography? It’s a mixed bag.
His homosexuality and identification as a girl date to early childhood, he relates, as does a precocious and insatiable sexual appetite. Once settled in New York as a college student in the 1890s, he leads a double life, going on sprees searching for passive oral sex with what would now be termed ‘rough trade’. In the process he often finds success, but is also subjected to beatings, rapes (and subsequent Injuries and venereal diseases), robbery, and attempted blackmail by his “beaux”. It’s tough to read about, but nevertheless fascinating for its picture of the gay underworld in that era, even including a glimpse of a night at the infamous “Paresis Hall” on the Bowery. He seems to take this regular abuse as only his due. Finally tired of this, and loving men in uniform especially, he tries his luck at local military camps, with similar results. At age 28, despairing of controlling his sexual appetites and fearing more of the same, even fearing for his life, he has himself medically castrated. Up to this point his sexual escapades are graphically described, originally rendered more discreet though his use of Latin; they’re here rendered in bracketed English as well. Cross-dressing was of course pretty much impossible in public, though he enjoys wearing more feminine clothing at home, and one senses were he born a hundred years later, he might well have.
A leitmotif is a plea for acceptance of “born androgynes” like himself, but he separates that passive feminine class from other homosexuals, who are characterized in places as sinful predators (perhaps understandable, given his experience). And perhaps he had second thoughts later; the work was written over decades, and there is an apologia for Oscar Wilde in an appendix at the end, but it’s still troubling on balance. Nonetheless, we have to take him as a product of his era, trying to make sense of his nature in an unremittingly hostile environment, compounded by his apparently devout Christianity. He does seem in the end to have found some kind of self-acceptance, but at terrible cost. It’s an important document for queer history, and even New York history, but ultimately the reader (especially a gay reader of this era) will be left with a sympathetic, but perhaps slightly ambivalent, impression.