Tag: friends
Flirting
Tim, our hairdresser Larry, and I recently had a discussion about flirting. Tim said he’s not very good at it. I said it’s the kind of thing Southern girls learn before we’re out of the cradle. Are you a good flirt? What’s your technique?
My favorite topic
When I first met Tim, he had long hair, and I loved it. He was still living in NYC when he cut it off, and he sent me a little braid of it as a memento.
After he moved here, I begged him to grow it long again, and he did. He has great hair, so it looks good long. Plus, I don’t know. He does all these cool things that give him a rock star look. I know he didn’t keep it long just for me, but he definitely didn’t want to hear me whining if he decided to cut it, so it got longer and longer. Like this.
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Impressed
I just finished reading Michael Cunningham’s novel FLESH AND BLOOD. I swear I must have started it years ago and something interrupted, because the beginning was familiar. But a few chapters in, it was all new.
What a fantastic novel. I’ll be thinking about it for a while with admiration and respect. Okay, I’ll gnash my teeth with jealousy. Rend my garments in a fit of pique. Then I’ll let it go and get back to work. After the 15th, according to my horoscope in OutSmart Magazine.
Larry my wonderful friend and hairstylist told Tim and me today that our picture was in the back of OutSmart. So it was! All four TJB writers at our Houston signing (thank you, Cullen and Borders). And thank you, OutSmart, Tim Brookover (editor), and Dalton Dehart (photographer).
Tim
Tim. Haircut. Pictures to come.
There was this girl.
And then they got engaged.
I LOVE good news. =)
Dispelling Rumors
I don’t know.
Maybe it had something to do with
and
.
But there is no truth to the rumor that Timothy J. Lambert is the secret brother of Chastity and Elijah Blue. Timothy has a lovely set of parents in Maine. I’ve never actually met them, but I’ve seen pictures. And everyone knows a picture tells only the truth, right?
I’m no graphics genius, but…
Saturday Tom and I had lunch with three of the eleven liberal Democrats we know in Texas, one of whom is a librarian. We talked about Rep. Gerald Allen’s attempt to remove and bury any GLBT-themed books now in the public libraries of my home state of Alabama.
I mentioned that I was envious that author Michael Holloway Perronne had sent Rep. Allen a shovel along with a copy of his book A TIME BEFORE ME. My friend Christine suggested a little photo doctoring of Timothy and me, and the result is what I like to think Rep. Allen might call “Unamerican Gothic.”
Passing it on
Just passing on a link
from ‘Nathan to anyone who reads me and may not read him.
No sleeping in
I guess I’ve gotten too accustomed to getting four to five hours of sleep. It was the first day in a long time that I was supposed to be able to sleep in, and my eyes opened wide at eight a.m. Dammit.
But it turned out to be a good thing, because James unexpectedly called and asked me to go to breakfast with him. We went to Baby Barnaby’s, one of our old haunts when he lived here. I’ve probably been there only once since he moved away years ago, and it looks great! Still tiny and cozy, but new paint (the ceiling is painted very creatively in stripes; I love it), new booths… Just much tidier and crisper overall, without losing any of its old charm.
I love seeing James and talking. He may be a decade younger than I am, but we are on the same soul level and have always shared an unspoken language that makes actual talking easier. What a great person he is.