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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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Mr. Becky's birthday is December 25th, so it's tradition at The Compound to celebrate Christmas on Christmas Eve and (try to) let him have his own day. The Rhonda and Lindsey had dinner with us tonight and then stayed to open gifts. There was much oohing, ahhing, and laughter throughout the evening, as well as some barking. From the dogs, that is. Puddles is spending a long holiday weekend at The Compound, and Sugar is visiting with her moms, so, all told, there were six dogs running amok. As the piles of presents dwindled, Becky pointed to a solitary gift resting on the coffee table and said, "Don't forget that one."

"Oh, yeah." I beckoned to Pixie and said, "It's yours, Pixie." She bumped it with her nose and then moved on, since it didn't smell edible, but I plucked her from the floor and deposited her in my lap so we could open the gift together. I removed a small box from the red and green wrapping paper and opened it. Nestled inside was a gleaming silver object. "It's a new name tag," I explained to Pixie and everyone around us. "Her new name is on it: Pixie Lambert."

I hugged her tight and said, "Welcome home, Pixie."

Later, alluding to an ongoing inside joke at The Compound, Mr. Becky said, "You're keeping Pixie, so does this mean you're keeping Rex, too?"

"We'll see," I replied.