Thanks for all the ‘likes’!

Posted: January 10, 2013 in Vision

It seems that not all the blogs I visit offer the option to contact. Due to this reason I’m thanking the few who liked some of the posts. Please know that each means much. I also wish to thank the new followers for following me.

Have a good night and be safe.

Harlan Z. Maroni.


“Gay Wives”

Posted: January 10, 2013 in Vision

Refer to Halfway Mine.

They form a club who call themselves the Gay Wives. I read about them a few years ago. Like in the snip, these are all women who have been married to men that years deeper into the marriage, some after fathering a few children, admitted that they’re gay.

So they get together weekly, probably reminding themselves and each other about the agonizing discomfort they faced when their beloveds admitted their homosexuality. These women go about telling the world how much sadness they feel. I mean they contact magazines for crying out loud!! They feel that the world has to… Wishes to know about them while I’m sitting here actually giving a shit.

First let me say that I can understand their pain. I know a man shouldn’t paint a woman some fairytale if he isn’t really interested in her. I know he shouldn’t promise her all of her dreams if he understands that some time later he might dump her and it all for a man.

There are four parties involved here. 1. The woman who now tells the world what a misshapen her ex husband is after he finally gathered enough courage to admit something he hoped she would understand. 2. The ex husband who probably doesn’t wanna show his face anywhere because she made sure that none of their family, friends or acquaintances has time for him. As if this isn’t enough she has to contact a magazine globally published to tell the rest of those who really don’t care. 3. The ex husband’s new boyfriend who has been innocent all along but probably also gossiped about by her so dreadfully, it’s best he doesn’t introduce himself. 4. Society, the factual reason the ex husband stayed trapped in the closet and rather married a woman.

Sometimes I am astounded when I learn how involved society really is in every life. I truly believe that if there were more open minds towards homosexuality to start with, no man would have trashed a woman’s heart before being his true self.

Years ago homosexuality was a reason for arrest, but the Gay Wives wanna tell the world how hurt they are.

In some countries gay people were stoned to death, but the Gay Wives wanna tell the world how hurt they are.

In other countries gay people were hung by the neck on overhead cranes, but the Gay Wives wanna tell the world how hurt they are.

Let’s not imagine the lives that were burnt to death because they chose to love someone of the same sex because the Gay Wives wanna tell the world how hurt they are.

Let’s forget about parents who murdered their own children because they refused to live with a scandal, because the Gay Wives wanna tell the world how hurt they are.

Let’s not mention the amount of teenagers who committed suicide because they were too horrified to face their parents because the Gay Wives wanna tell the world how hurt they are.

Let’s not remember that gay people were chased out of countries for committing “such an offensive sin” as they called it, because the Gay Wives want the world to understand how hurt they are.

Let’s forget about homicides on gay couples that weren’t even solved because “they had it coming anyway” like claimed, because the Gay Wives really want the world to understand how hurt they are.

Let’s not bring to mind that homosexuality was the most hated nature because the Gay Wives really want the world to understand how hurt they are.

Let’s not commit to memory that homosexuality was never welcomed in slightest of welcomes because the Gay Wives really want the world to understand how hurt they are.

Let’s not consider that there are people out there trying to stand up for FAIR HOMOSEXUAL RIGHTS because the Gay Wives really want the world to understand how hurt they are.

Is anyone else getting this?!!!!!

Who can blame the closet cases for hooking up with the women rather than men? To me it looks like they were always FEARING FOR THEIR DAMN LIVES!! If twenty years ago being your gay self wasn’t punishable by law you wouldn’t have been sitting in this mess!

Twenty years later people become a little more open-minded towards the issue, what are you gonna do? Well of course you’re gonna jump out of the closet!!

YOU’RE BLAMING THE WRONG PEOPLE, LADIES!!! Your forefathers are the reason you dealt the agonizing discomfort.


Grow the hell up. You wanna convince every mind that you’re in pain while all along you were the one who enjoyed every night’s rest. You never had to face the questions… The feelings… The actual agony… The hatred… The discriminations… The brutal remarks… The cruel chase… The vicious executor… You think YOU know pain?

My thought for today: Many women out there have been dumped by ex boyfriends or husbands before. You didn’t see them run off to some magazine because they couldn’t deal with it.

Harlan Z. Maroni.

If you are deciding to admit your homosexuality to society this page might be of use to you.

The key importance of this subject is that you understand a few things.

1.  HOMOSEXUALITY IS NOT A VIRUS! You are NOT some deformed misshapen simply because you choose to express the assertive nature of a gay person.

2.  GOD STILL LOVES YOU!! So much that He still sent His Only Begotten Son to pay for your sins on the wooden cross, thousands of years ago while knowing that one day you will deal with these feelings.

3.  YOU ARE NOT ALONE. There are other people who deal with similar, if not the same questions and feelings you face.

4.  Thousands of gay people have admitted their homosexuality and they LIVE A HAPPY LIFE today!

5.  SUICIDE IS NEVER THE OPTION!!! If the gay man or woman were meant to commit suicide they wouldn’t have been born to begin with!!!

6.  WAIT FOR THE SILVER LINGING! Whatever the regard, this can be worked through!

From the start it is also important to understand this isn’t professional counseling or guidelines. THIS PAGE SIMPLY SERVES A FEW TIPS THAT MIGHT MAKE YOUR DECISION ON COMING OUT EASIER.

The blog on this page will discuss a few things you can bring to mind, if you choose, that might help you understand coming out better and also how to deal with the consequences of your decision.

The chief purpose of the page is to offer emotional support of any kind that may be needed. It is to answer questions that may be asked, to the best of ability. It should then help you decide whether it really is the right time to face a society that is aware of who you TRULY are.

This is not a decision that needs to be rushed. No matter what decision you turn to, appreciate the idea that society is becoming more open-minded towards the expression of a same sex love concern.

This page is running yet still under design.

This blog’s official website is expanding.

You can join as a member of the growing page. The page offers 2 own blogs open for public discussion as well as live forums. This feature is reserved for members only, cost-free registration.

The sub-page, Writer’s Blog, will enclose more snips of Feature Film Scripts in Gay Rights Activism that I’ve completed, only instead of script form it is published in novel form to fit the blogging screen.

Our Contact page can be contacted with matters close to the heart. This can be anything from either uncertain, unanswered questions or life changing stories relating or non-relating to the blog. With your written e-mailed permission these can be published on the blog and site if you wish.

At a later time the webpage will attach another sub-page regarding global Gay Rights Activism news. This page will serve as a home page enclosing external pages that link you to Gay News Websites across the world.

I look forward to your membership. Please KNOW THAT EACH MEMBERSHIP CARRIES GREAT IMPORTANCE TO ME!!!!!

Thank you all for all the interests, the likes, and the few followers that I already have!

Keep well and be safe.

Harlan Z. Maroni.

Queer Walk & Talk’s  Webpage now offers a Sub-Page reserved for snips of scripts I have completed.

Dialog or scenery enclosed in the scripts may have been discussed in previous posts on the blog. Whatever the regard, the snips are published for open public discussion. The blogs will also attach my personal opinion and assertive argument.

Queer Walk Art Talk invites you to respond to the blog’s content with your assertive opinion and supportive comment. Visitors who defer with the subjects please refrain from personal insult and keep your posts non-aggressive at all times.

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Please understand that this webpage is still under design. It will expand imaginatively.

Harlan Z. Maroni.


Posted: January 6, 2013 in Homosexuality & The Bible, This is Us

In a previous post I’ve discussed Annalize, wife of the topic in this post.

A very few times I mention that I am okay with the idea that not everybody might like me or my sexual preference. I can live with the fact that not everyone may give a positive response to my choices, believes, assertive wants and needs. I might really not care about rude remarks or discriminating comments on my homosexual life. I am really open minded to other people’s opinions.


In times, like a recent visit to my cousin I learn that some people are just generally and universally ill in the mind… Like the pastor I’m referring to here.

Understand that I wrote an extremely ill-mannered post prior to this one. Then I decided that should I publish it, it would be aggressive rather than assertive. Thus the more polite post.

I thought people head off to Bible School to learn more about Jesus Christ and the miracles He brought to life on earth. Also to learn about His UNCONDITIONAL LOVE towards His followers while at the same time learning about how to be more Like Him.

It seems I was under the wrong impression.

Every day I understand better that the real reason some actually seek Biblical Education is so that they can see who can be God the best and who can sit on His throne the quickest.

I remind the reader that Pastor Ferdi is the pastor who actually preaches that “one can actually live without sin because he [Ferdi himself.] is without sin. And if he can be without sin everyone can be without sin.”

Now I’m really starting to misunderstand the entire crucifixion here. I was raised to believe that Christ was hammered to the cross for our sins. I never read Pastor Ferdi was hammered to the cross shouting “Father please forgive them for they know not what they do.” I never read Pastor Ferdi was hammered to the cross because I also learned that Christ Jesus of Nazareth was hammered to the cross BECAUSE HE IS THE ONLY BEING WITHOUT SIN!

I really am happy that Pastor Ferdi finds it possible to be without sin cause Heaven knows I try and I just can’t.

I’ve heard of many remarks Ferdi commented, in my eyes all extremely out of God’s order yet the one that brings me to this post is the thought… The actual audacity… The mindless intellect… The impolite… Unmannerly… Lack in civility… Without actual mature consideration… Half-taught pastor would go so far as to actually insult my talents, from the same God Who created him I add, by calling it a demonic doorway leading to a failed marriage!

My cousin and her ex husband consulted Ferdi to marry them. They mentioned that they asked me to play the march on her entrance into the chapel as well as perform a wedding song I wrote myself. He mentioned that if they allow me to perform this song their marriage will fail, end in divorce due to the reason that I am gay. Because I’m gay they open a doorway inviting demonic strongholds into their marriage.

Yes! Read up. I said “ex husband.”

Course I only found this out after they divorced. I’m supposed to feel like insulted now?

On the wedding the bastard is actually friendly and asks about my talents and how they’re doing. HE COULDN’T EVEN SAY IT TO MY FACE!!!

Whatever the reason for the separation I have a lot of mind to share with Ferdi oh yes I do.

Ferdi: I’m sure if you were a sixth day creation [Refering to the Biblical Creation in Genesis.] you would’ve thought like a human. You can call me what you want and insult my talents as much as you desire but guess what!! I know you can’t stand the idea but JESUS LOVES ME TOO!! I don’t know what you think you preach but to me it seems nothing more than worthless meaning for if you were an upright, factual, accurate, proper, genuine preacher close to God’s heart people wouldn’t have walked out of your church faster than they walk in. Neither would your church have suffered financial crisis! You are one of the reasons I believe in Christ for if there is ‘a you’ there must be A God! All you make people do is despise you and your wife. One day you preached that if there is one thing God cannot do it is tell a lie. So you taught me that He meant it when He said He will send you to hell if you judge a fellow human. So what? Talents are only from God if they’re the talents of a heterosexual? No. All talents are from God Ferdi. If you choose to insult mine you choose to insult the works of Christ. You choose to insult Christ Himself. Then you’re actually telling Him that He messed up. But who can blame you? After all you are trying to be His Father! I just don’t get how I know of the UNCONDITIONAL love of Christ by just reading my Bible and you still haven’t heard of it even after you’ve attended Bible School.

My thought for today is for you Ferdi: If you really desire to be God so much, you should be willing to offer one of your daughters on a wooden cross for my sins so that I can at least get a fair chance before you just sentence me off to hell.

Harlan Z. Maroni.

I turned 18 today…

Posted: January 6, 2013 in Imagine this, This is Us

“I turned 18 today. Last night, when I was sitting next to her, mom told me that my life is just starting. We had a few laughs. She held me and told me how much I mean to her.

My chest is bouncing up and down because I’m out of breath. I’m running through quiet streets. If I wasn’t running from, I would probably have wondered how many people are up at this early hour.

The sun already sat high in the sky when I walked into mom’s room this morning. Dad already left. She was applying makeup.

I always wondered why she does this as she is already so, so beautiful.

I stood in the doorway smiling… Admiring this beautiful woman God gave me to.

I look behind me… I don’t see anything.

As I turn my eyes back to the front I feel the pain in my chest again.

I look down. I’m clamping my hand onto my chest… But it doesn’t hide the blood from the eye.

I try holding back the tears.

I walked deeper into mom’s room. Our eyes met in the mirror. She smiled, turned.

‘Morning baby. Oh…’ She rolled her eyes. ‘Not my baby anymore. Happy birthday.’

My smile followed.

‘Thank you momma.’

I look behind me. Nothing. Eyes back to the front.

I shouldn’t have told her… Because in an instant… Her smile faded… And her entire face became a death sentence.

My eyes start glittering.

Her voice raised in the kitchen. And she was constantly shouting the word fairy.

Because she was pouring wine her back was turned towards me.

‘Mom… I’m still the same perso…’

I couldn’t finish… I couldn’t say another word. I sunk my eyes onto my chest after a pause.

Eye contact.


Without any emotion in her eyes mom pulled the knife from my chest and stabbed me a second time.

This time I shouted.

I look behind me because I hear screaming brakes. A car speeds around the turn, accelerates towards me.

When mom pulled the knife from my chest the second time I slowly stood back.

I felt the tear run down my face.

‘I hate you.’ she said.

The tone in her dead voice convinced me of this.

Holding onto my chest I slowly turned then rushed out of the door.

‘Where are you going?!’ I didn’t answer. ‘Come back here!’

I start crying louder as the car approaches me.

‘I’m sorry.’ My voice is soft. ‘I shouldn’t have told you.’

I wanna go insane as I hear the loud refs behind me and to ensure myself that I’m still safe I have to look back… Again.

The car is already too close.

I feel, almost hear the breaks in my body as mom’s car bashes into me… And I cover my head with my arms as I smash out her windshield.

After my loud screams it becomes quiet.

Mom reverses… And gets out after a few silent seconds. I’m looking up at the clouds but hearing her heels I’m sure that her walk towards me is a slow one.

Our eyes meet when she stands still beside me. She still has no emotion in her face that blurs because of the tears in my eyes.

‘I… Will rather tell the world I killed my son… Before I tell it… He’s a faggot.’

I wanna speak… But I can’t… So I’m hoping that the tears rolling down my cheeks say enough.

I never watched mom leave…

I turned 18 today. Last night, when I was sitting next to her, mom told me that my life has just started…”

[This post is fictitious.]