check this out: Sexual Science, from the 1870s.

Some of this won’t be a surprise to anyone. But the part I found most amazing was the discussion of “self-pollution”–ie masturbation, a subject surprisingly absent in romance novels. (The number of men who are unwilling to obtain release by any method except sex in romance novels is both staggering and unbelievable.)

The amazing part is on page 363:

It is called masturbation, and consists in indulging immodest feelings and actions, and imagining sexual pleasures with the opposite sex. Most boys indulge in it, and a great many girls. . . .That night he staid with a former parishioner, was shown to bed with a lad of eleven, a church-member, a Sabbath-school scholar, all nerve, and, as he supposed, all purity and goodness, whom he no more suspected of this vice than an angel; but whom, soon after retiring, he caught abusing himself and reproved. The lad replied, –

“Why, that’s nothing, for all the boys do that, and all the girls, too.”

So why the absence of masturbation in romance novels? Any ideas?

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