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 13

Sexually I called myself ‘amoral’ rather than ‘immoral’, because I didn’t see anything wrong with sexual freedom (given the times once again, the sixties coming in strong with free love, beads and peace signs), and I didn’t really feel part of my body, anyhow.

So I married the first man that asked and did the housewife thing for seventeen years, and then continued on with a second husband and fourth child. And entered, at last, a miserable but welcomed menopause.

This is getting more and more painful to write. I suppose I’m going to have to pad it out with examples at some point, but don’t hold your breath.Mommyhood

Though I certainly ‘did’ female okay, physically, typical women’s things were not easy for me. My cooking never poisoned anyone; neither did it excel. I did learn to knit and crochet, but not how to fix a mistake. I learned to sew but never would anyone guess (from the cussing and muttering) that I enjoyed it. It’s what women did then.

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