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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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nothing in common


I stopped by our neighborhood polling place yesterday, fully intending to vote, but I could see that the line was tremendously long. I gave up lines in the early 90's, so I thought, Oh, well. Tomorrow's another day. Tomorrow was today, so this afternoon around two o'clock I drove by and saw that the line extended outside the building and down the sidewalk. Who were all these people, and why weren't they at work? I thought I was the neighborhood deadbeat. Instead, my brain voted for Starbucks and won, so I picked up a soy cafe mocha for myself and a mocha frappuccino for Becky. Back at home I noodled about on the 'net, and cursed my malfunctioning mouse. I'd been meaning to replace it for quite some time, but kept putting it off, because I'd think about the various places I'd have to go to get a new mouse and how none of them were in my apartment. But today I remembered that Office Max sells computer accessories and, while they don't operate out of my apartment, they're relatively close. I got back into the car and paid them a visit, and then I paid them for a new mouse. While I was checking out, I could see our local polling place across the street and noted that the line wasn't long at all, so I stopped by after buying my new mouse. Unfortunately, while the line inside wasn't that long, the parking lot was full. Plus, they'd arranged a bunch of orange cones to allow one opportunity to find a parking place. It was either find a spot or leave the lot and try again later. I didn't find a spot, so I went home and talked Becky into driving me back and dropping me off, which she did. The line was fairly swift, so I didn't have to wait too long, which was a good thing, but there was nobody hot in line with me, which wasn't a good thing. Waiting in lines is easier when you have somebody hot to look at and inspire fantasies to make the time go by. Instead, I fantasized about what it would be like if there were hot people in line and how fun it would be to find your special someone while voting in an important election such as this one. The elation at finding someone wonderful would be heightened by casting your ballot for your candidate, and then you both could go out for dinner afterward, share a decadent dessert, share your interests, and then realize you each voted for different candidates and have nothing in common, so you both leave, never to speak again.

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