Some Fine Day

This is the story of how Emery Walters became whom he was supposed to be.<br><br>I knew I was male at an early age, something that was a societal no-no in the 1950s and still is in parts of the country today. Burying my male identity, I strove to be the best woman possible. But after raising my four wonderful children from two debilitating marriages, I found myself alone and nearly penniless. That was when Emery asserted his identity.<br><br>Life became better with the shift from female to male, a third marriage, and a wife who, herself, transitioned from male to female.

Emery C. Walters · LGBT+

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Chapter 85

There was very much of me being me, my interests, photography, flowers, nature, walks. No worries about gender or snobby neighbors. There was one incident that stands out painfully, which I have not repeated. That was little Noah, who took one look at me and ran to me with his arms open, as if he knew me and loved me, and, I didn’t dare pick him up. His mother was right behind him, and I was a man, a stranger. I didn’t want any trouble on my own part, and I as a parent myself didn’t think it was healthy for him to be allowed to run up to strange men and ask to be picked up. It broke my heart. (This past summer, a visiting three-year-old loved me on sight, for some reason, and when she ran to me, I did pick her up. It was that or get knocked over. LOL. Yes, her mother was right there, too. I didn’t care. Maybe I’m just more confident, in a strange way.)

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