"I had never seen anything like it before. ... I do not in my practice ever remember to have seen such an appearance of the anus as those of the prisoners presented." So testified Dr. Paul in shocked tones at the 1870 trial of Frederick Park and Ernest Boulton, two young, cross-dressing clerks charged with sodomy, a crime that then carried a penalty of a lifetime's penal servitude.
Park and Boulton had been arrested in the Strand Theatre dressed as their coquettish, lascivious and very much in-demand alter egos, Fanny and Stella. The trial of "the Funny He-She Ladies," as the press dubbed them, was the sensation of the age. Largely forgotten since then, Neil McKenna's highly readable recounting, Fanny & Stella (Faber & Faber), brings it roaring back to life.
According to the medical authorities of the day, the signs of sodomy were easily detectable. A wearing away of the rugae around the anus, making it resemble the female labia. Elongation of the penis, caused by the "traction" of sodomy. And dilation. Dilation was the biggie. The way one tested for it was by the insertion of a professional finger. Repeatedly. If the sphincter failed to show enough resistance to the learned finger fucking, then you were dealing with a sodomite.
The appalled police doctor was, as we've seen, convinced that he had fingered major sodomites. Six more doctors lined up to inspect the upraised rectums of Park and Boulton and insert their digits, repeatedly. After two fetid hours, five declared that there were no signs of sodomy to be found on or in either arrested anus.
In fact, both Park and Boulton were as guilty as proverbial sin. Their bottoms had been rogered senseless by half of London -- though, unlike the good doctors, their partners usually paid. Coming from respectable middle-class backgrounds, they enjoyed working as brazen, hooting, cross-dressing prostitutes in the evening. The single dissenting doctor had, a few years earlier, treated Park repeatedly for a syphilitic sore in his anus.
But because the medical probing had produced the opposite medical opinion from the one hoped for, the attorney general had to withdraw all charges of sodomy. Instead, Boulton and Park were charged with the vaguer catch-all of "conspiracy to solicit, induce, procure and endeavour to persuade persons unknown to commit buggery."
Seventeen dresses and gowns, quantities of skirts and petticoats, bodices and blouses, cloaks and shawls, ladies' unmentionables, all a bit whiffy and worse for (working) wear, were paraded through the court as evidence. Although cross dressing was not in itself a crime and was, at the time, a popular form of burlesque entertainment in which both Fanny and Stella had enjoyed some success, the Victorian state was keen to make the case -- presented by Attorney General Sir Robert Collier himself -- that their cross dressing was part and parcel of their abominable sodomy and the "confusion" of the natural and godly gender order it represented: the male anus dressed as a vagina. This approach also backfired, spectacularly.
Digby Seymour, for the defense, asked the court, "Would young men engaged in the exchange of wicked and accursed embraces put on the dresses of women and go to theaters and public places for the purpose of exciting each other to the commission of this outrageous crime?" In other words, the very obviousness and shamelessness of Stella and Fanny's (deliciously outrageous) behavior was presented as proof that they could not possibly be guilty -- which, in a strange, 20th-century gay pride sense, was sort of true.
But the defense's ace in the, er, hole was a final, irresistible appeal to patriotism. "I trust that you will pronounce by your verdict," intoned Seymour, "that London is not cursed with the sins of Sodom, or Westminster tainted with the vices of Gomorrah."
The jury did its duty, and the "foolish" young men, as their defense termed them, were acquitted, having fooled most of their customers, the doctors, the courts and the imperious Victorian state.