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 3

My mom taught me how to be—or pretend to be—a woman. I had no freaking clue. I knew I couldn’t copy my dad (that would be crazy, right? After all I was only a girl.) Anyhow I didn’t like him, did I? Hell no. He was cold, remote, busy with anything at all more important than me. Though he was a good father until…until I was about the age, three or four, he had been when his father was lost at sea. Swinging me around by my hands or building me a swing set doesn’t exactly make up for a dozen or so years of being told to pipe down, go away, and keep quiet. Being afraid of him wasn’t exactly a way for a daughter to learn how to interact with men, or for any child to learn s/he had any self-worth at all.

Nor did my sister and I bond too much for too long, unfortunately. In our shared adult past however, she has been ‘there’ for me in more ways than I can ever repay.

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