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April 2011


my (our) books

Fool for Love When You Don't See Me

Someone Like You I'm Your Man

He's The One It Had To Be You

The Mammoth Book of New Gay Erotica Best Gay Erotica 2007

Best Gay Love Stories: New York City Best Gay Love Stories 2005

Three Fortunes In One Cookie The Deal


If you have any of the above books and would like them signed, mail them to:

P.O. Box 131845, Houston, TX., 77219.

Please include three dollars for return postage.

Send email to timothyjlambert@gmail.com

Warning: This blog may contain homosexuals which in the states of California and Maine have been alleged to destroy the sanctity of marriage. Read at your own risk.


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midsummer morning

Slept fitfully again last night; stranger in a strange bed sleep. Like the dogs I'm minding, I anticipate several naps in my future today. Those who know me well will be shocked to learn that I woke up shortly before 7 AM today. I fumbled about the kitchen, looking for the coffee maker. After I found it, I fumbled some more when I couldn't find the cord and then gave up. Somehow it was easier to drive to Burger King to get coffee and an omelette sandwich there, instead. Hearing the person at the counter shriek "Enormous!" into a microphone was a great start to my day.

Injecting the wee white dog isn't a great start to my day, however. Sparky seemed to feel the same, given the way he kept squirming or nonchalantly moving just asI was about to put the needle into his skin. The string of curse words I let loose at maximum volume seemed to shock him into submission long enough for me to finish the job.

I'm off to sit in the garden with my cup of BK Joe and a cigarette or twelve.