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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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st elmo's tits

My landlady bought new curtains for my apartment yesterday. They're pretty fantastic, I love them. The temperature has cooled dramatically, so yesterday, while cleaning for Greg's impending visit, I had all the windows open. It was fun to watch the new curtains wafting in the breeze and reminded me of that scene in St. Elmo's Fire when Demi Moore's character tries to do herself in by sitting in her loft during the winter with all the windows open. Minus the crazy 80's art.

I probably should've closed the windows when I went to bed, because it got really cold and even windier by four in the morning. It was a good thing I had a warm and fuzzy River to keep me warm. I've become such a pussy about cold weather since I moved to Houston. I used to sleep with my window open back at the Lambert Homestead in the midst of winter in Maine when I was a lad. Nowadays, it hits forty degrees and I'm shivering like—uh—Demi Moore in St. Elmo's Fire, I guess. With much smaller tits.