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

So the ER doctor (who called the pit bull ‘an ankle biter’ thus making me wonder about his intelligence the same way the cop did mine)…wanted to know why I was at the beach…and why at that beach instead of one closer to me…if he (and the cop too) don’t realize how close to ‘blame the victim’ that sort of thing can sound, well good luck to you both in the future. Bad bedside manner often equates to good doctor though (and he did do a good job). I could have said because this is America and I’m not fucking psychic, but hey, I’m polite, and only get really, really polite when I get angry. (By the way, writing this six years later, that bite still hurts at times.)


Chapter 97