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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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handbags and gladrags

After I picked her up from school and ran errands yesterday, H and I returned to Hanley, Inc. headquarters. Once inside, The Big H immediately got on to one of the cats for being nosey. "No, no, Layla. That Hanley hat!" she explained, shaking her head at George (who looks just like Layla, which means "Layla" is a universal name for all three cats in the house.) and admonishing her for sniffing the pink cowboy hat we'd just purchased and placed on the kitchen counter with my manny bag, Hanley's lunchbox, and every other book, magazine, and small object in the known universe. George moved on to my bag and, once again, Hanley shook her finger at her and said, "No, no, Layla! That Timtee's purse!"

"Murse," I corrected.