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

It’s Thanksgiving as I sit here and write this. We have one guest coming, another transsexual woman. It takes me back to the years in Washington when we had a much larger house, and much larger dinners and parties. Some Thanksgivings we had over thirty people, mostly transsexuals and their partners, or if they were ‘orphans’, having lost their special someone, as so many do, just themselves. Fun times, you know, all together, chosen family, pot luck dishes, lots of food and love and laughter, clogged toilets and plumbing problems, guests who were late or never made it at all due to traffic conditions. When you can’t be with the ones you love, love the ones you’re with; chosen family.


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