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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

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this is a song for the piggies

Someone (and by "someone," I mean Oaktaurus,) recently called to my attention that I haven't been posting entries as much lately. I looked at my archive calendar and thought, Egads, he's right. I wish I could give a really spectacular reason for my slacking off. The best I can offer is that I'm lazy, and sometimes I look at the Update Journal page and think, Oh, I can't be bothered today.

That's a phrase I picked up shortly after I moved to NYC. "I can't be bothered." It's one of my favorites. It's so haughty and vile when you think about it. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah. I'm lazy. And scatterbrained!

In spite of my laziness, the bathroom floor is looking quite excellent. Unfortunately, no picture today, because...well, after scraping, scrubbing, sanding and buffing (That's right. I showered today!)...I couldn't be bothered. The thing is, there's little to do but think (And sing along to Cher) while you're doing a mundane task like scrape a cement floor. I thought a lot about writing today, and not in the usual you know, I should write today way. I thought about characters, possible situations, conversations they might have, places they might go, etc. There was a sort of movie going on in my head. Of course, it wasn't publicized and failed at the box office, but it was a good story nonetheless.

I also thought about how much our government and everyone in today's White House is reminding more and more of ANIMAL FARM by George Orwell. Every time I hear the words "terror," "we can't talk about an ongoing investigation," or "we can't discuss classified information," I automatically hear "four legs good, two legs bad," chanting in my head. And when our president claims that wiretapping Americans and ignoring the law is for our own good, I only hear the Orwellian pigs:

"The whole management and organization of the farm depend on us. Day and night, we are watching over your welfare. It is for your sake that we drink that milk and eat those apples."

Welcome to The United States of Manor Farm. Shh!

As I toiled away on my bathroom floor, belting harmony along with mom Cher, I kept giggling because I kept picturing government agents crammed together in the back of a phone truck, listening in via the bug in my bathroom.* I imagined one agent turning to another and blandly saying, "Sheesh. What a fag." This may be true, but at the end of "Song For the Lonely," Cher repeats one of my mantras; one that I'm desperately clinging onto these days.

It's gonna be alright.

*Not that there are bugs of any kind in my apartment. -Ed. note.