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April 2011

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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

contact

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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I got rid of my beard today. I know what you're thinking.

Which premiere did you go to?

Not that kind of beard, silly. For the past month or so I stopped shaving, and decided to try on a beard. Just to see how it would look. Plus, I have a beard trimmer. Why not put it to use? My skin is fairly sensitive, so I hate to shave anyway. I usually only do it once or twice a week. If that.

And razor blades are damned expensive.

So I went on a razor strike. After a couple of weeks I had my first big shock: gray hairs. There were two big patches of gray on either side of my chin, like racing stripes. Hello, thirties. After another week, the gray patches looked more like a billy goat, so I broke out the beard trimmer and started mowing. Once things were evened out, it looked pretty good. I dusted off the razor and cleaned things up. I looked like an out of work lawyer.

One month later, my mind started rejecting the beard. My face itched. I'd lick my lips and, inevitably, the mustache above, which tasted bitter. Any time I drank water, I'd have to squeegee my face with my hand. I felt like Grizzly Adams, even when I used my beard trimmer. So, today I decided the beard had to go.

I lathered up and started shaving. I whittled it down, trying out new looks as I went along. A goatee. A handlebar mustache with soul patch. Regular mustache with soul patch. Just the soul patch. River poked his head in the bathroom just as I finished and cocked his head, as if to say, Who the hell are you? Oh, right. Pet me, damn it.

So now my face is baby bottom smooth, and slightly raw. I'm good 'til next week, when I have to invest in more razor blades.

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