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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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Scout's Honor Rescue is an all-breed, no-kill, Not-For-Profit 501(c)(3) animal rescue organization committed to bringing courage, character and compassion to Houston's homeless pet population and making a positive difference in the lives of these stray and abandoned animals and the Houston community as a whole. 100% of every dollar donated goes directly to saving the life of a homeless animal.

Scouts Honor Rescue Inc.

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AIDS foundation houston

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frannie peabody center

Timothy's hair by Larry Henderson Hair Design.

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hair of the dog

Moments ago I gave Tyson a bath. He was a little afraid of the bathtub, but braved the experience beautifully like the good boy he is. Tonight I'm taking him for a weekend visit with a family who might adopt him if all goes well. Scout's Honor doesn't normally allow people to "test drive" animals, but they're making an exception this time because the family adopted a dog from SH once before. I've been exchanging emails with the family for a while now and they sound like great people, so I'm hopeful that everything will work out. A bath seemed in order for Tyson, as he looks really good when properly groomed. And because he smelled like a house on fire after hanging out next to a smoking chiminea most of last night. I'm hoping he'll be dry before we leave, but I'm not sure that's going to happen now, because he was afraid of the hair dryer. Or maybe he was trying to play with it. I'm not sure. I turned it on, he leaped backward ten feet and then crouched as though he were going to tackle the hair dryer, but then faked to the left and ran in circles. Because he loves the hair dryer, Rex, however, raced up to me as soon as I turned it on and sat primly at my feet, looking up longingly as if to say, Is it time for my appointment now? I'd like to try a bouffant, this time, or perhaps a nice up-do.