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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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the lodgers

We've got lodgers. L____ is going out of town, so I'm watching her dogs, Sparky and Minute, while she's away. (Sparky and Minute. Hmm...maybe I'll refer to them as S&M from now on.) Minute has already commandeered Rex's crate and dragged several toys, bones, and an empty water bottle in there. She may be pretty, mini, and white, but she's a junkyard dog at heart, I think. Sparky has been busy sniffing everything and walking into walls, which is always entertaining to watch. Rex is overjoyed with our lodgers. I think he assumes they were brought in specifically for his general amusement. (Which is partially true, but don't tell him that.) The downfall of this situation is that it makes me want to get another dog. And I'm not sure how well that would go over with the master of the house. No, not Mr. Becky. I meant Lazlo. Minute found Lazlo hanging out under Becky's massage table, and I could see the moment where they both froze and thought, What the hell is THAT thing? Lazlo was like something out of an Reo Speedwagon song, all coiled up and hissing. Minute shrank back, then remembered herself and started barking. Lazlo yawned, which cracked me up, and then jumped on top of the massage table, where he wouldn't be bothered by the mini Minute.

And now I have to feed Sparky and give him his insulin shot.