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

How do you think like a man, and not worry that someone will see you sitting down in the stall in a men’s room and think ‘FTM!’ Good grief, like men don’t poop? My response would be along the lines of a raised eyebrow or ‘what are you looking at?’


Young folk—who are primarily gender-queer in their choice of labels, don’t want any interaction or input from us old fogies (who primarily self-label as just—men, either straight or gay. That’s my experience anyhow. The lack of respect is obvious.


Sept 5: Bright Ideas. Wouldn’t the world be a nicer place if people were forced to be more like we are? ‘Perfect in every way’ and all that. I like how that idea goes back not only to the twenties, but to Aristotle and Plato as well.


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