Whenever you need someone to love, you always have Robin Byrd

A year after making out with Robin Byrd, I was dropping off public access tapes at Manhattan cable when I bumped in Robin, with her "Mr. Gopher", Shelly.

I said Hi, and asked her if she remembered me. She was my first real heterosexual kiss.

It immediately took her back to my magical night.

She hugged me as if we were old friends. Shelly looked me up and down and asked "Can you dance?" (that, I think, was my missed oppurtunity to dance on the Robin Byrd show.)

She told me that my first heterosexual kiss stayed with her. Then she started telling me about how much she loves her gay audience and a little story about her and the Rambles.

For non-New Yorkers, there's a special place in Central Park called the Rambles which is known for it's mystical foresty atmosphere and the occassional gay suck or fuck fest.

It was a dark and rainy night. Robin was walking through the Rambles in her orange raincoat, her flashlight pressed close to her body.

A man in the middle of the forest floor was sprinkling the ashes of his departed lover on the grass.

Through his tears, he looked up, and parting the mist, in her glowing orange slicker, walked Robin Byrd.

She stopped in front of him.

"Robin," he said "you always say on your show that whenever you need a loved one, you always have me, Robin Byrd. And right now, I really need someone, and here you are!"

She hugged him tightly while he cried.