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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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warning: rambling ahead

Okay, I admit it; I'm not that fascinating. I don't know why I bother with this livejournal thing. (What is this, day two? And I'm already questioning my motives? Oy.) What have I done today? Nothing. Oh, the glamorous life of a writer. Get up, eat something, dick around on the computer, watch The Young & The Restless, and then stare at a manuscript on the computer screen for a few hours and think, "What the frickin' hell am I going to do next?"

I'm not feeling all that creative lately. For a while I blamed the elections. It's so easy to blame Bush, isn't it? But now that's all over, and this is where I'm supposed to resume my life and get on with things. It's not happening! I'm still sitting here and thinking, "It's all so superficial. What the hell am I doing this for?"

Yes, writing gay fiction matters. Adding to gay culture matters. Books can inspire people. Books can reach out to people who don't have easy access to - I don't know - a sense of gay community. I have to keep telling myself this.

Okay, I'll shut up now. It's just getting to me: this constant reminder that society would rather I just dry up and disappear, blow away into the air, never to be heard of again. Just because I like to kiss guys. Like that's so awful. But when you see it in the news and read it, hear it, over and over and over... that general feeling of "You don't matter!" "You deserve less!" "You're filth! Disgusting! Depraved!" It gets to you. It gets to me, anyway.

I've never missed Act-Up more. I'm so frickin' angry lately that I'm just... immobile, actually.

I think I should channel this energy, this anger, and put it into my writing, right? Easier said than done, I'm afraid. I just want to go to a big open field and start screaming. But I'd have to drive way outside of the loop to find a big open field. I used to scream regularly in NYC. In the subway stations. When a train pulls into the station, it's wicked loud and the perfect time to just open your mouth and let it rip, belt out a big scream.

Unfortunately, Houston doesn't have subways. I need to find some alternative. Or vodka.