Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia Day!

Happy weekend everyone and welcome to the Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia! Yesterday was the International Day Against Homophobia and Transphobia.  Check out their webpage for more information and for events.  Also, be sure to check out the Hop’s website for links to tons of great blogs participating in the Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia over the next ten days!  And don’t forget to comment on my blog top be entered to win some books and swag.  I’m offering up an ebook copy of one of my back catalog books (you can see them all here), a Blue Notes Series t-shirt, and a paperback copy of one the Blue Notes Series books to three winners!

Now, down to business, because what we’re blogging about is near and dear to my heart:  working to help get folks past their fears and embrace lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender people.  And yes, I’m preaching to the choir!  But the choir can go out and talk about prejudice and fear and make a difference.  It’s why we’re all participating in this hop!  Get the word out that it doesn’t matter if we’re gay, straight, bi, trans, whatever, we all deserve respect and basic human rights.  That’s the message.

Interesting that the hop coincides with my polishing up a draft of the next book in the Blue Notes Series, Encore.  Encore features conductor John Fuchs (David Somers’ mentor) and violin teacher Roger Nelson (Alex Bishop’s violin teacher), who both appear in Prelude.  The story starts when both men are in their teens and meet in high school in the early 1970s.  Both Roger and John’s feelings about their own sexuality are deeply influenced by the hate and prejudices of their peers and families.

John, who figures out he’s gay far earlier than Roger, accepts who he is reluctantly.  But he doesn’t doubt himself.  He knows who he is, even as he realizes that he won’t be accepted.  Roger, on the other hand, can’t make his peace with his attraction and love for John, and spends a good part of his life running from the truth.  1970s America was nothing like 2013–New York City had just experienced the Stonewall Riots in 1969, and hatred for gays and lesbians was rampant and vocal.

Encore takes place over 4o years and ends in the present day.  Roger and John live through the Vietnam War and the AIDS epidemic, and are personally touched by both.   John finds success in his career as a musician, while Roger flounders and tries to figure out how to move on from personal tragedy.  Throughout it all, they remain best friends and help each other through painful times, in spite of their own inability to work out the issues that keep them apart.  Modern day star-crossed lovers.

I’ll leave you with Chapter One from Encore.  All the Blue Notes Series books can be found on Dreamspinner Press, Amazon, AllRomanceEbooks, and Barnes & Noble.  Don’t forget to comment to be entered into the drawing and be sure to check out the link for International Day Against Homophobia and Transphobia.  Stay tuned for most posts during the hop! -Shira

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Chapter One

 

October, 1971

Toledo, Ohio

 

John wound his way around gaggles of girls who blocked the hallway like a twisted obstacle course.  He dodged a locker door here, someone slinging a backpack full of books there, and nearly got whacked in the gut by a kid holding what looked like a trumpet case.  John’s elbow connected with the hard fiberglass of the case as he pivoted to avoid the collision.

Shoot.  That was going to make one hell of a bruise.  Not to mention it hurt like hell.

He rounded the corridor and stepped inside the band room, relieved to find it empty.  He leaned against the wall and took long, raspy breaths to try to calm his pounding heart.  He wiped the sweat off his face with his hands, then rubbed his hands on his brown polyester pants.

“Hiding?”

“What?”  John nearly jumped when he realized he wasn’t alone.  His voice sounded high and girlish to his ears.

“Are you hiding?”  The speaker was a kid with wild brown hair and a hint of shadow on his jaw.  He was seated on one of the chairs by the podium, twirling a violin bow around like a baton.

“I… N-no.”   Damn. Was he stuttering now?  He hadn’t stuttered since elementary school.

The kid just laughed.  “You new here?”

“Y-yes.  Transferred last week.”

“You got a name?”

“J-John.  Fuchs.”  John’s face was on fire as he croaked out his name.  “W-who are you?”

“Roger Nelson.”  Roger ran a hand through his curly hair, which only served to make it stand up on the top of his head like horns.  John was reminded of a devil, and it wasn’t just the hair.

“N-nice to m-meet you, Roger.”  John walked over and offered Roger his hand.

Roger laughed and ignored the hand.  “Yeah.”  John could see that his eyes were a deep green.  Luminous.  “Where d’you transfer from?”

“Saint B-Barnaby’s.”

More laughter.  “So you’re slumming it with us now?”

“I guess.”  He sure wasn’t going to tell Roger about his parent’s divorce, or about how his parents had decided they no longer had the money to send him to private school one year before graduation.  “I hear you’ve got a great orchestra.”  At least he wasn’t stuttering anymore.  He’d spent years in speech therapy in elementary and junior high school, but when he was nervous, it sometimes came back.

“We’re pretty good,” Roger said.  John knew this was an understatement.  His mother had done her homework—Marysville Senior High School’s orchestra had won the state Division A championship the year before.  “You play?”

“Piano.  But I play viola, trumpet, and flute.”  When Roger’s eyes widened, John quickly added, “Not very well, though.” John looked down at his feet and studied them intently.  “I’m going to be a conductor.”

When Roger didn’t respond, John asked, “How about you?”  He realized how stupid a question it was the instant he’d asked it.  Of course the guy played violin.

Roger raised a sardonic eyebrow and John wished he’d just disappear into the linoleum floor.  “Concertmaster.”  In spite of the casual response, John thought he saw a hint of pride flash in Roger’s eyes.  “I’m going to be the guy who hangs off the back of the garbage truck.”

“Oh.”  What do you say to that?  He had no idea if Roger was joking, but he sure wasn’t going to embarrass himself by finding out.

Roger stood up and began to put his violin away.  He was a little taller than John—who was now nearly six feet tall—with a lanky body and surprisingly broad shoulders.  Good looking, too.  John’s face warmed once more.

“Is Mr. Constantino in his office?” he asked, mostly because he was having a really hard time trying not to stare at Roger.  He didn’t really need to speak to the orchestra director.

Roger shrugged.  “He was there a little while ago.”

“Thanks.”  John waited for Roger to say something, but when he didn’t, John made his way over to the office at the far end of the room.

 

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By the time John finished talking to Mr. Constantino, grabbed his books from his locker, and headed outside to the main courtyard, the sun was beginning to set.  The air was cool, not surprising for late October in Northern Ohio, so John set down his pack and zipped up his poplin jacket.  The smell of fallen leaves mingled with a more pungent odor.  Marijuana.  He looked around and saw Roger, seated on the low brick wall at the edge of the courtyard, smoking a joint.

“Hey.”  Roger inhaled and held his breath.

John swallowed hard, unsure of how to respond.  “Hey.”  Oh, that was great!  “Uh, h-how are you?”

Roger laughed and exhaled as John walked over.  He held out the joint to John.  “Want some?”

“No thanks.”  He’d never even come this close to the real thing.  “I’ve got to get going.  Bus leaves in about five minutes.”

A girl with hair down to her waist walked over to them.  John was sure Roger was going to hide the pot, but instead he held it out to her and she took a long toke.  Roger put his arm around the girl’s shoulders and shot John a knowing look.

“Who’s he?” the girl asked as she blew smoke in John’s face.

John coughed and blinked.

“New kid.  Orchestra.”

“I’m John.”  John offered the girl a smile.  He’d decided shaking hands was not public school etiquette after meeting Roger earlier.

The girl just stared at him, then turned to Roger and proceeded to kiss him.  Not just any kiss.  A French kiss.  John felt sick to his stomach watching this.  He’d always thought that kissing girls was gross.  Now he was sure of it.

Roger kissed the girl back, then pushed her away.  “Need a ride?”

The girl glared at Roger, who ignored her.

“I… ah… s-sure.”  John wasn’t sure at all, but Roger had been the only kid who’d acknowledged his existence since he’d arrived at Marysville and he figured it’d be rude to turn down the offer.

He and Roger walked in silence to the parking lot, where Roger led him to an enormous brown Buick.  Small blue and pink spots dotted the exterior where someone had, he guessed, sanded off patches of rust in preparation for a paint job that never materialized.  The windows were rolled down and the doors unlocked.

Roger grinned.  “V-8.”  When John didn’t respond, Roger continued, “This baby can outgun just about any car on the market.”

“Groovy.”

Roger’s laughter echoed off the nearby building.  “Jeez, what the hell did they teach you at St. Something?”

“St. Barnaby’s,” John corrected, feeling keenly awkward.

“Yeah.  That place.  Nobody says ‘groovy’ anymore.”

“Oh.”  John’s cheeks burned and he stared down at the blacktop, focusing on a weed that had forced its way up through a crack and pushing it with his shoe.

“Get in.”

The slippery fabric of John’s pants propelled him over the vinyl bench seat as if someone had greased it.  He stopped sliding about a foot away from where Roger was, key already in the ignition, his left foot releasing the parking brake.  John looked around for a seatbelt.  There was none.

“Always buckle up!”  His mother’s voice resonated in his brain and for once, he ignored it.

“Where to?”  Roger had started the engine, which roared to life, backfired once, then settled down to a noisy rumble.  “This baby purrs, doesn’t she?”

“I… er… yes.”  Then, realizing he hadn’t answered Roger’s first question, he added, “2430 Covington Drive.”

“Fancy part of town, huh?”

Not for long.  The realtor had come by the other day, and John thought he’d seen her drool when his mother had told her they needed to sell quickly.   He wondered where they’d end up.  Probably one of the duplexes closer to downtown.  The places people moved in and out of on a regular basis.

He often walked the dog by the duplexes on garbage night, curious as to what ended up on the tree lawn after the latest renters had left.  He’d found an entire stack of LPs one night, including a boxed set of Tchaikovsky’s Greatest Hits and a recording of the Singing Nun.  He’d hidden them in his closet—God forbid his mother find out he’d been going through other people’s garbage.  She’d have a fit.

He hummed a bit of “Dominique” and smiled.  He’d always liked that song.  Dominique, neekah, neekah…

“What’s that?”

Roger’s voice brought John back to the here and now.  “Nothing.  Just a song.”

Roger reached for the radio as they stopped at the light.  The radio blared, and John winced inwardly.  He didn’t like loud rock music—it gave him a headache.

We’re not gonna take it! Never did and never will. 

“We’re not gonna take it,” Roger sang along.  “Gonna break it, gonna shake it, let’s forget it better still.”

Roger looked over at John and grinned.

“Who’s that?”

“The Who.  That’s who.”  Roger snorted, a look of smug satisfaction spreading across his face.

“Oh.”  John had heard of them, although he’d never heard their music.

“Cool, huh?”

“U-huh.  Cool.”  John made a mental note not to mention the Singing Nun and to use the word ‘cool’ instead of groovy.

As they drove, John watched Roger.  He wore a pair of off-white painter’s pants with a half dozen pockets and a hammer loop.  John couldn’t help but notice how the pants pulled at Roger’s crotch when he sat.  Roger’s shirt was a blue plaid flannel, unbuttoned to reveal a dusting of curly hair on his chest.  John’s mouth was dry, so he chewed on the inside of his bottom lip.  He felt a pulsing feeling in his groin and shifted to accommodate his embarrassing erection.  He prayed Roger wouldn’t notice.

Disgusted with himself, he thought of his first and only discussion of homosexuality with his father.

“Fucking fluters,” John’s father had said as they watched the evening news report in the living room about a riot in Manhattan at a place called Stonewall.  “They should have shot them all.”

John, who was about fourteen years old, had just stared at the images on the TV.  “What’s a fluter?” he asked.

Jerome Fuchs had looked down at his son and snorted.  “Homosexuals.  Deviants who prefer to spend time with their own.”

When John had just blinked in response, his father continued, “They don’t like women.”

“Why not?” John was genuinely curious.

“How the hell should I know?”

Six months later, after Raymond Lessor kissed him in the coat room, John figured out what his father had meant.  He was exactly the kind of man his father had been talking about.

“You okay?”  Roger turned down the radio and looked at him.

“Yes. I’m great.” He forced a smile and realized they’d just turned onto his street.  “Oh, that’s my house, about halfway down.”  He pointed.

Roger pulled into the driveway a minute later and John, backpack held in front of him like a shield, climbed out of the car.  Slid, really.

“Thanks, Roger.”  John waved tentatively, feeling like a complete idiot.

“It’s cool.”  Roger turned on the radio again and pulled back out of the driveway.  He waved, then gunned the engine and took off down the street, leaving a cloud of white smoke in his wake.  John waved the smoke away and watched the car disappear around the corner.

“Cool,” he repeated as he swung his backpack over his shoulder and headed into the house.

62 comments

  1. KristyZ - Reply

    I’ve literally just binged on the first three books in The Blue Notes series and just purchased Prelude. I’m ecstatic to see an excerpt for Encore! More than that I love seeing authors gather together for a cause as great as this one, thank you. 🙂

    • Shira - Reply

      LOL, Kristy! Hope you enjoyed the books and that you enjoy Prelude, as well. Thanks so much for stopping by! -Shira

  2. Christopher Hammel - Reply

    Halfway through “Prelude”… can’t wait for “Encore”!

    • Shira - Reply

      John and Roger are quite a pair! Of course, you get to meet both of them in Prelude, so you get a bit of an idea. 😉 Thanks Christopher – you’re the best! -Shira

  3. Susan - Reply

    It remains hard for me to understand why there is such prejudice still rampant in the 21st century. You might be preaching to the choir, but it helps us remember there are others who don’t discriminate (especially those of us living in bigot land). Thanks for the post!

    • Shira - Reply

      I agree, Susan! It really hit home as I was working on this book, how much better things are than they were when I was growing up. I hate to see what these characters go through, and even though it’s better now, it’s still too damn hard and unfair. Worse even in developing world countries. I can’t even imagine what that must be like! -Shira

  4. Sara - Reply

    I’m so glad you’re participating in this blog hop! Preaching to the choir indeed (and now I want to sing given that analogy and that your most recent novels are music-based). I’m recently out to many people as being pansexual but as a woman who is currently dating a cis-gender man it isn’t affecting me much… but my aunts who are raising their two kids have issues to deal with despite living in NYC, several of my trans friends are dealing with familial and social issues surrounding their gender, and plenty of my friends have had to go through more than they have needed to date who they want to and be accepted as regular people who just are who they are and love who they love.

    Thank you for sharing chapter 1 of Encore, I did enjoy it, and am looking forward to more. I actually have purchased the first 3 published Blue Notes novels with a gift card from another giveaway, but have yet to read them, they’re next on my list though! They came highly recommended. If I happen to win this time I am looking forward to getting Prelude!

    • Shira - Reply

      Thanks so much for sharing, Sara! You’d think the whole “everyone deserves to be happy and loved” thing wouldn’t be so difficult for some people. *sighs* I love to write “Sing loud, sing proud” when I sign the books – what better thing to sing about that love and happiness, right? XD

      I do hope you enjoy the Blue Notes Series. Thanks for stopping by! -Shira

  5. Jbst - Reply

    What a treat to read chapter one from Encore. Really love your development of characters.

    • Shira - Reply

      Thanks so much! Roger and John have been making me crazy for the past few months, but they’ll be leaving home and heading to Dreamspinner by the end of the month! I love them but it’s been a huge challenge to write a story that spans 40 years! I hope you love them as much as I do when you get to read their story. XD

  6. Trix - Reply

    It’ll be good to see John and Roger’s story…you don’t always get to see an older couple in m/m romance, and their story arc will be really informative, I think!

    vitakex(at)aol(dot)com

    • Shira - Reply

      Thanks, Trix! Nice thing about Roger and John is that you get to see most of their lives, really. And you get to see how they fit in with Cary Redding, David Somers, and Alex Bishop, toward the end of the book. It’s been a challenge but it’s also been a great experience to write!

  7. Marie - Reply

    Thank you for participating in the blog hop! It makes such a difference.

    • Shira - Reply

      ROFL Madison! I’m shocked! Okay, so maybe not so shocked. *snorts* You can pronounce it any way you like, my dear!

      Glad you liked Roger and John. 😉

  8. Cody Kennedy - Reply

    Wow, what a terrific post, Shira! Thanks for sharing John and Roger with us!
    Here’s to the day that we no longer have a need for a Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia!
    ~Cody

    • Shira - Reply

      Thanks Cody! And I’m with you – I’d love to not have to do a hop like this. On the plus side, France signed into law gay marriage and adoption, so that’s one country moving into the light!

  9. Lena Grey - Reply

    Just adding my support and saying hello. ALL Shira’s books are exceptional. You can’t lose.

  10. DarienMoya - Reply

    Thanks for taking part in the blog hop. I also long for a world where people aren’t judged by their sexuality and gender. Like what Martin Luther said “I want my kids to be judged not by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character”. I think this should be applied to almost everything, judge by actions and not by whom someone chooses to love or what gender they choose to be. Just love 100%!

    pantsoffreviews(at)live.ca

    • Shira - Reply

      Thanks, Darien, for your thoughtful comments and for stopping by my blog. I’m with you – I hope it happens soon. XD

  11. Löni - Reply

    Now after all those enthusiasts I feel almost bad admitting to not having read any of the books mentioned. Well yeah students are always short for money and lunch comes first.
    But I think I will put them on the list – there is always the birthday or Christmas.
    Thanks fro taking part in the hop and doing your “thing”!

    • Shira - Reply

      LOL, Loni! It is really nice to have a cheering section. But I agree – food is more important! Thanks for stopping by the hop! -Shira

  12. Beth - Reply

    That was a great post. I won one of your Blue Notes books in the last blog hop and I would love to continue the series. Thank you for doing the hop!

  13. H.B. - Reply

    Thank you so much for the sneak peek and for taking part in the hop. Please count me infor the contest.

  14. StormyMonday - Reply

    Thank you for participating and sharing the excerpt! This one sounds really intriguing! I’m glad things have changed for GLBTQ people since the 70s and 80s. But until we all can live in an equal society, people’s views and attitudes still need to improve. Hopefully within the near future!

    stormymonday AT gmx DOT net

  15. Juliana - Reply

    Thanks so much for sharing in this blog hop! Such an important subject.

    OceanAkers @ aol.com

  16. Tali Spencer - Reply

    You know I stop by for the excerpts, right? 😀 I love these books, and I also love how eloquently you speak about gay issues and the right, and indeed the need, for all people to have access to equal status not only as humans but according to law. No one says it better.

    • Shira - Reply

      Awww… *blushes* Guess it’s the lawyer in me sticking my 2 cents out there! XD Thanks, Tali!

  17. Urbanista - Reply

    Thanks for a great post, and a generous excerpt!
    Urb
    brendurbanist at gmail dot com

  18. Penumbra - Reply

    Thanks for participating in this great hop 🙂

    penumbrareads(at)gmail(dot)com

  19. Carolyn - Reply

    We got the choir and the musical-themed books. There was beautiful music in this post. 😀 Couldn’t agree more with the choir sentiment: we should always go out and stand up for what’s right. Thanks for being part of the hop and sharing with us!

  20. Lena Grey - Reply

    Hi Shira,

    Thanks for taking part. You already know how much I love your work.

  21. Emily W. - Reply

    Thanks for the excerpt, sounds like an interesting book. Thanks for sharing and participating!

    tiger-chick-1(at)hotmail(dot)com

  22. Sherry S. - Reply

    I’ve read one of the books in this series and loved it and I’m looking forward to reading more of them.
    sstrode at scrtc dot com

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