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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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the salmon dance

I know I haven't been putting enough information out there lately, so I thought I'd press my fingers to some keys to let everyone know that I ate way too much salmon tonight. True story! My stomach is furious with me because of it, and I'm having serious regrets about the whole thing. The piece of salmon I scarfed down was absolutely enormous. It was almost as big as my head, and I've got a serious melon sitting on my shoulders. No joke. That's why I rarely wear hats.

Originally, I thought I'd eat half of the whale--I mean, salmon--and save the other half for breakfast, or brunch. But I kept picking at it, because it was freakin' delicious and, before I knew it, I'd consumed three quarters of it. At that point I decided that I may as well finish it off and eat the whole thing. I've been trying to ramp up my protein intake anyway, so why not?

I'll tell you why not. Now I'm having salmon sweats and I can't wait to burp. As a manny, it's disappointing that I can't throw myself over my own shoulder and pat myself on the back relentlessly until I belch like a sailor. Or a fisherman. Or even a fisherman's friend. I am a friend to all fishermen, after all, because I'm from Maine. Actually, I think a dude from my graduating class in high school is or was a harbor master back home. We weren't really friends, though, back then. But we were civil. He was a nice guy. Totally funny, too.

What was I talking about? *burp!* Oh, thank God! Excuse me.