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

That was bad. That feels bad, the legacy of that. And who knows, he could be the reason I have always had covert sexual abuse feelings myself. Don’t know; likely won’t know. Once I get it integrated, I’ll move on. (See court transcript online at: http://earth-treaty.org/120.htm. Also reference ‘Front Page Detective’, December, 1981, ‘Daylight Found the Bishop Bludgeoned.’)


I have since asked whether the Episcopal church has any of this information in its archives. For all I know, it could have been swept under a rug.


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