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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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she's lost control

It's a beautiful day. The sky is a vivid and vast hue of blue, the tops of the trees are swaying in a light breeze. It's warm. It's grand. It's a wonderland, the kind of day that Cole Porter would write about in song. If my life was as perfect as today's weather I'd have awakened with a smile, rejuvenated and ready to embrace the wondrousness of living and count the many blessings kissed by the sun. Instead, I awakened with a frown, barely rested after three hours of sleep and ready to slap the shit out of John Henry next door banging on steel with his hammer. Not only are butt ugly townhouse condo units being constructed on our block, but our neighbor has recently resumed his home improvement projects, too. I somehow managed to go back to sleep for another two hours, after I let Rex out to pee, but it wasn't enough, and now I feel crampy and irritable. Even thinking about how fun it was to call the police when our neighbor's workers blocked our driveway with a truck yesterday and how they all came running when the tow truck and cop car showed up isn't helping me to feel better. Instead, I keep thinking about how a few days ago, when we were watching a tape of that day's episode of The Young & The Restless, I saw an ad for Lysol Power Toilet Bowl Cleaner and thought, Oh my god, I love that stuff! I still cringe, because I never meant to be someone so concerned with rust stains and disinfecting power. Toilet bowl cleanliness is not artistic expression. No matter how much I scrub, I still don't feel any closer to being in control of my own life. I know I'm not, but I'd like to feel as though I am.