Eighteen years ago, we met at a NY Radical Faeries gathering at Pinebush. Little did I know that you would become–six years later, after the end of your 13-year relationship–the man of my dreams, the husband of my heart.
Today, you turn 50. I am so grateful you were born. Thank you, Gladys!
Thank you, God!
Love, Your Robin (AKA . . . well, you know . . . )