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

I was lucky at our table; Robyn had helped set up and so our table was by the door (oxygen, quick getaway) and I was able to sit with my back to the wall. I thought I always chose that kind of seat because I felt ‘safer’ that way with nobody staring over my shoulder, but what it does is eliminate about half of the noise/visual stimulation that comes at me. I don’t get overwhelmed so quickly. The food was great; usually I can’t eat what is served due to food allergies, but this was superb, tender prime rib. I won’t mention the (nasty) pumpkin cheesecake for dessert because I ate so much of the Bad Red Meat that I love that I really didn’t care.


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