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April 2011

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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

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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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After what amounted to a three hour nap I awoke at 6:30 this morning and thought—erm...never mind. Just think of something really nasty that you wouldn't say in public, and that's pretty much what I was thinking. In fact, I'm interested to know what you think is nasty. Put it in my comments for this entry. Anyway, I had a dental appointment at 8 AM. I left the house! On my way there a car horn startled me out of my stupor and I thought—again, think nasty thoughts and curse words that are usually a precursor to road rage. It was Lindsey on her way to work! She pulled up in the lane next to me and I could see the WTF? look on her face, wondering why I was awake and operating a motor vehicle before noon. I was wondering the same thing.

Oh, yeah. The dentist. I got there on time, for once, and made my appointment. I was led to a plastic covered dentist's chair. It made me long for a mint julep and a crocheted afghan. While I waited, my dentist and her assistant readied their tools on a counter behind me. She had so many devices, everything that money could buy. I could only hear what was going on, which made me extremely uneasy. I could also hear some dude having his teeth drilled in a chair nearby on the other side of a curtain. Lots of high pitched buzzing and sucking noises. I was facing a window, so I stared outside intently, watching the wind blow through some trees, which made me wonder what it would be like if a freak hurricane suddenly ripped through the area.

The next thing I knew a freak dentist was ripping through the plaque on my teeth. Nobody told me the pick was motorized these days. Every time it zinged over a cavity I seized and the dentist chastised me for moving my head. Oh, so sorry! Forgive me for having nerves in my mouth. I didn't know I should leave them at home. I'm new to this cavity thing. I kept thinking I'd be so much more comfortable if I could've lay on my stomach. They should figure out a way for dentists to work on people the way auto mechanics work on the chassis of an automobile. Anyway, now my teeth are plaque free, and I have to go back in a few weeks—or a few months, I don't know yet—when they'll fill the cavities. I'm hoping to have an out of body experience when that happens.

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