Jack Benjamin - The Paths Of Incest

Love? Of course there is love. The age difference is there, but only sometimes does it crop up. I'm a woman. He's a young man. We both have sexual needs. Would it be better if I ran around and went to bed with other men? I'm not unattractive. But what of Arnie? His face will never be much better than it is now.

DOCTOR (who knows of the relationship): "I'm not a psychiatrist, but, frankly, my interest has to be in the patient. I must, therefore, state unequivocally that this has been good for Arnold. He has a new outlook-upon himself, and upon the world. For the first time, he can see himself as a possible male-able to fulfill some of the sex acts required of a man. I have talked, off the cuff, to a friend of mine who is a psychiatrist, and he says that this woman has done for this young man, what a dozen psychiatrists might never have been able to do. The morality of it is none of my business. If you had asked me five years ago whether I could ever condone incest, I'd have given a flat negative answer. Now-I can't take any position except neutrality."

ARNOLD: "Wrong? Yes, according to all I've been taught about things. The world says it is wrong, but then, the world isn't crippled. I've thought a lot about it. I know this: If the accident hadn't happened, Gram would have Gramps, and I'd be able to date, make love, go out. Maybe, even with my face, I'd find someone-I don't know, but being immobile makes a big difference. I can't go after girls, and I surely can't ask them to come in and audition me. I don't know how it will all end, when Gram goes. She's a marvelous woman-and I mean that in every sense of womanhood. Quite bluntly, without her, I'd have cut my throat. I mean it. Life was meaningless. I had nothing, not even hope. She gave me back life itself. You make what you want of her, as a woman or a person, but to me, she's a saint."

Often, the best doctors and psychologists run into the "one in a million" case. We leave the judgment of this one to the reader.

Homosexual incest is a rarity, yet, late studies of homosexuals tend to leave us with the feeling that brotherly incest is not as rare as we would have it-only that it seldom comes to light. Homosexuals, by and large, in the past two decades, have become more open, more militant, less reticent to talk about themselves. Several homosexual organizations have sprung up, lending credence to the adage that, "In unity, there is strength."

The problem in investigating homosexuality is that one must take the statements of homosexuals at face value, for few wish to change, and therefore, few seek any help. However, many have become candid in their effort to get the homosexual viewpoint across, and in their publications, they state very clearly their aims, appetites and methods. Two such publications offer much to the interested observer. They are Drum and One. Drum, interestingly enough, takes its name from a famed quotation: "He who seems out of step with the other marchers, perhaps walks to the sound of a different drum." (Italics mine.)

Much of the following is gleaned from the many issues of these two publications made available to the author. Other portions are actual word-of-mouth and face-to-face talks with homosexuals. It has been condensed and put into a more readable form, after much painstaking effort.

AUTHOR'S ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: We are indebted to the famed Los Angeles policewoman, Mary Ross, who now conducts her own private detective agency in that city. Mrs. Ross has been honored for her efforts in juvenile rehabilitation and police work, by newsmen, and by police officials and departments all across America. We are fortunate to count this gracious lady among our close friends, and we are happy to make note of her help in this particular chapter, as well as with segments of others.

Jack and Ed W. ran afoul of the law in Los Angeles, at the age of 17 and 16, respectively. They were picked up by vice squad detectives, and were fortunate enough to be turned over to an understanding woman detective-a woman who, at that time, had a son exactly the same age as Jack, the older of the brothers. They had been picked up in a notorious "gay" bar in West L.A., for "soliciting."

Unfortunately, we were unable to gain personal interviews with these two brothers, but we have a fairly complete record of their activities.

Mary Ross is, first of all, a mother. Second, she is devoutly religious, counting on, asking, and thanking her God for everything.

Mrs. Ross has a special soft spot in her heart for young boys, because she struggled to raise one-a youth with all the wild tendencies that any boy would have who has been deserted by his father, yet who has a mother who is a saint.

Police work is rough. You get to know the con-artists, the whiners, the liars, the dope addicts-the whole bit, and Mary knew them all when this pair of brothers were brought in. At that time, she was in charge of the juvenile hall, and she was like a fretful mother hen; seeing that habitual criminals'were not tossed in with green kids.

But Mary guessed wrong this once. These two boys were confirmed, hardened homosexuals. And, they had originally become homosexuals with incestuous relationships!

Looking at their faces, Mary pulled a "switcheroo". She refused to allow the boys to be booked, and instead, offered to take them home to her place (a lovely apartment in the heart of Hollywood, decorated with scores of honors and police work mementoes.)

When she took them home, it was about nine o'clock, and the boys were hungry. Mary fixed a nice meal, and, having but one bedroom with twin beds, she asked them if they would like to share the bedroom, while she slept on the luxurious couch. Of course, being perfect gentlemen, the boys refused. Mary then rigged up a very comfortable bed on the floor for one, while the other slept on the couch.

While she loves and believes in people, this woman is no dummy. If she were, she wouldn't have hung up all the honors she did; not just police-wise, but in the hearts of so many people. She detected the sounds of what she was sure was sex activity, and-not sneaking, but boldly advancing into the room-she surprised the brothers in the act of mutual fellatio. It shocked Mary, of course, but she is a practical, hardheaded woman, and she knew that the only hope for these boys-one 16, the other 17-was for they themselves to want to be helped and make an honest effort to cooperate. She made them stop; made coffee, and they talked into the wee small hours. This is their story, for which we cannot vouchsafe, because it was never verified officially. However, in light of the weird sex lives of these youngsters, it seems it must be at least true in the main.

Jack and Ed were born in Chicago, in a cheap slum area. They were brought up by their mother who worked ostensibly as a waitress in a low cocktail dive, but who made her major earnings as a prostitute. Both boys, even at their tender ages, hated women-all women-because they hated their mother and her cohorts with a deadly passion. (This in itself, experts agree, can be a springboard to homosexuality).

And, they had good reason. When these boys were less than 10 their mother permitted (or at least sought no punishment for the man who accomplished the act) homosexual rape! The man was a pervert who lives with her, off and on, and off her earnings-even acting as a pimp on occasion, collecting in advance and keeping the money. He was a dope addict, and the boys are not certain, but they believe that their mother may have been an addict also.

I was eight and Jack was nine, Ed related. We didn't have much at home, except each other, and we hung around the streets a lot. We'd shine shoes, steal, rack pool and run errands for people. There wasn't much to eat around the joint most of the time. Guys would bring booze, but never anything to eat. Once in awhile a guy would give us a quarter or a half-dollar to get out while he was screwing the old lady, but usually, all we got was a boot in the ass. One night, the guy is there, hot-assed, but the old lady is passed out, stoned. He was half loaded too, and he got mad when he couldn't get into her. Me and Jack slept in the living room on a "daybed"-a couch that opened into a bed. He comes out of the bedroom, stark naked. I was awake, but Jack was asleep. I pretended to be asleep too, and he comes over and stands beside the bed. Neither of us is wearing anything and it was hot and the sheet-blanket is at the foot of the bed. He begins to play with my dick, and it began to stand up. With his other hand, he's jerking his own. Then he got on his knees and took mine into his mouth, sucking hard and running it in and out. All the time, he's feeling around my ass with his finger, and when he rammed it inside me, it hurt like hell for a minute. Then I sort of forgot it while he was sucking my. dick so good, and pretty soon, I boomed hot all over.