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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.

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Send email to timothyjlambert@gmail.com

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shut up

My friend Amy in Maine reminded me this morning that it's been a week since I've been out of the hospital. This seems very difficult for me to believe, mainly because I'm still in pain from my operation. It still feels as though I was just kicked in the left side of my chest by a thug named Bud who was wearing steel toed Catapillar boots. (In this fantasy he was also wearing a open denim jacket with no shirt underneath, revealing his bare muscular chest, but that's another topic altogether.) Sometimes my chest is a chalkboard and shirts or blankets are fingernails raking over it, the resulting screeching noise reverberates throughout my skull and sometimes escapes through my mouth. The sutures that closed the holes in my side where the tubes once were must have hit a nerve, because there's a vertical line of tingling sensations that bisects my left pectoral. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on what you're into, my nipple lies within the line of frazzled nerves, leaving me feeling as though that part of my body is being constantly teased and tortured. I'd enjoy it more if I'd allow myself to smoke, however, in an effort to extend my life, I'm still not allowing myself any cigarettes.

I haven't felt much like posting because I'm afraid every post would be similar to this one. Nothing but me ranting about pain, smoking, or how miserable I've been, and who needs that on a regular basis? I'm living it and I'm constantly saying to myself, "For fuck's sake, would you shut up already?" And, so I will.