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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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bring your love down (didn't i)

"You play your games but the fact remains
I'm the only one that can hold your reins"

After my computer powered up this morning and my start-up song began to play, I remembered the first time I'd ever heard it. I was a freshman in high school I found myself seven or eight people deep in a car that was designed to seat four comfortably. The car was flying over the twists, turns, hills, and drops of deep country blacktop on a dark early evening. I could barely breathe and someone's elbow was grinding into my ribs, but I didn't care, because I was a geeky nobody in a car full of people far cooler than I could ever hope to be. "I love this song. Turn it up!" someone demanded. Someone complied and "Bring Your Love Down (Didn't I)" by Yaz reverberated throughout the genuine naugahyde lined interior. I'd never heard of Yaz before, but I didn't want anyone to know, so when asked if I liked them, I said, "They're alright," as nonchalantly as possible, as if voicing my preference for braised quail over roasted pheasant.