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

Milam and I hit the men’s room in side by side stalls. I sighed, “That felt good; was it good for you too?” Much snorting and laughter ensued.


Off to the next class “Bookends—Elders and Youth.” Ditto. Lots of people, no handouts, people just speaking up at random, and I didn’t learn a thing.


I feel so bad about not being young enough and normal enough to head back for the dancing tonight. Yesterday, I skipped the free supper and movie at the LGBT center, and I’ll skip the party and the barbeque the other nights as well. I’m tired, and I have had more ‘people time’ than I am comfortable with, as well. It’s exhausting, embarrassing and disappointing to give out so early.


Chapter 64