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.

Some Fine Day

So very much was going on, but here are just a few journal posts from that time. One thing I find funny is my last line from Feb 10this, ‘Just shoot me now.” But: before that:


1998: Nov 21: My life is truly empty of good things right now. I’m writing Laura’s journal for her, and the years in Phoenix how depressed I was and how desperate we were. And I made such huge pluses out of so little. At least Archie thought he had a ‘happy childhood.’


And of course my best friend here, W., is a huge flake, like so many others. Man, if I had been born male I’d have been in and out of several dozen relationships by now, not that my straight taste in men is terrific either. But then there’s Archie; he really is imposing and handsome and looks like people should wonder who he is. (Must take after me…)


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