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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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goody two shoes

Somewhere around this time last year I was in the hospital with another collapsed lung. Good times. I'm very pleased to be able to say that I've gone an entire year without my lung collapsing again, so I must be doing something right. The last time I saw my doctor he said surgical pleurodesis would be done for my other lung when it collapsed. "When it collapsed," he said. Not if. As a result, I've been biding my time, waiting for the other lung to drop. So to speak. As it were. Whatever.

It's also been a year since I quit smoking cigarettes. (I haven't smoked anything else either, in case anyone's mind went there.) I don't drink, don't smoke. What do I do? I've been going to the gym a lot. I've been eating healthy. When I left the hospital I weighed about 150 pounds, which is my scary weight. Anything less than 155 pounds and I start to look like I need to be voted off the island. Now I weigh 173 pounds, which is more than I've ever weighed in my life. I feel pretty good. Sometimes, though, I get winded easily and feel a throbbing in my back that makes me pause and wait for the inevitable crushing pain that says, "Prithee, get thee to thine surgeon, post haste!" So far, that hasn't happened, and I hope it won't ever again.