On Homophobia and Art and Fashion and...

By Norman K. Breslow, BFA, BA, MA, written in May 2016 v. 3.5

I try to avoid using the word gay. Really, it's NOT gay, it's homosexual. When I say
homosexual instead of gay, I hear, inside my head, a bunch of homosexuals screaming
homophobe at me. That's the standard evasive answer to anything said about them that the
homosexuals don't like. Found at dictionary.com, phobe is a derivative of the Greek phobos,
meaning an irrational fear or panic, and homo comes from the the Greek homos meaning
one and the same or equal. The way I interpret it, being a homophobe means I am afraid of a
pair of socks. Well, I'm not. So there. Take that.
I don't know exactly when the homosexuals took over Hollywood. The problem with
the take-over is that the creative heterosexuals who used to run Hollywood are now woefully
underemployed, mainly because homosexuals tend to hire or promote other homosexuals to
the exclusion of heterosexuals. The homosexual takeover of Hollywood not only effects
movies, but also television and music and other forms of art and entertainment. As a current
example, there are redos of old TV shows, such as Hawaii FIVE-0, and The Odd Couple,
which, with the exceptions of their names, have little to do with the original versions. I
recently heard that a redo of the TV game show The Price is Right is due to appear on the TV
screen. These are examples of the lack of creativity of the homosexuals who now run
Hollywood.
In the spirit of the redos, let me help the creativity challenged Hollywood types a bit.
Why not redo Leave It to Beaver, with the Beaver being a transvestite and wannabe
transsexual dealing with being bullied and wanting desperately to use the girls' bathroom.
Just a thought.
And to let you know what a nice guy I am, I want to help the homosexuals by passing
along this thought. It's obvious to me that homosexuals are suffering from a birth defect.
When they were a fetus, they got too much of a female hormone if their DNA had them
designed to be male, or too much of a male hormone if their DNA had them designed to be a
female. That is the cause for their being birth defective. Therefore, all of them should qualify
for one or more government programs/benefits/goodies, which when the homosexual lawyers
do their evil, will mean big money for the poor birth defective homosexuals.
On a more personal level, over the years the HAM (Homosexual Art Mafia) has only
been interested in stealing my creativity, and passing it off as the creativity of various no-talent
homosexuals. Ya see, the homosexuals have owned the art world since the first cave
painting. Over the years I'd show my art to gallery owners in the Los Angeles area, and
they'd tell their boyfriend(s) what my art looked like, and sometime later there would be a
short-lived art movement based on my art, both in Los Angeles and in New York City, and
probably other locales. (The earliest occurrence of this that I can remember was the short
lived Art Movement of Minimalist Boxes / Conceptual Sculptures which I did in the late
1960's, with variations I have done on and off since then). Occasionally I'd hear that a notalent "artist" got a teaching job at a community college based on my creativity. A teaching job
at a community college might not sound all that important to you, but to a "starving artist" it is

a cushy job that doesn't involve carrying a 90 pound sack of concrete on a shoulder. Of
course, the homosexuals saw to it that the art movements I inspired had no mention of me or
my art.
My work over the past 15 or so years also involves converting two dimensional images
into three dimensional images. All of these images are printed on a flat piece of paper that
comes out of my standard-normal computer printer. One technique I use involves converting
the 2D visuals into 3D that have three levels of 3D. Part of the image literally floats a few
inches in front of the surface of the art, while a second part recedes very far into the
background. A third part remains where you'd expect it to be, that is, not floating in front of
the image nor receding into the background.
The homosexual art mafia is not interested in these visuals, simply because I'm a
breeder and not a homosexual, which means that I don't get drunk and/or do drugs and/or
have sex with the right people in the art world. That being the case, I also don't have HIVAIDS and/or other sexually transmitted diseases, nor do I have sex with little boys.
Not many people will see these 3D art pieces because the art doesn't reproduce on a
computer or telephone screen. If they aren't seen in real life, the effect I described can't be
seen. Happily for me, at least the homosexual "artists" can't rip me off again, because these
images take skill and creativity and general smarts to make, all of which the homosexual
"artists" lack.
In the spirit of full disclosure, I'm including the following essay, which may give you
some insight into why I have negative feelings about homosexuals.

Some high points of my childhood

My father was a high end homosexual prostitute, being one of Norman Norells
many boyfriends. Norell was Calvin Kline before Calvin Kline. Norell met my
father when my father was a teenage delivery boy for Hattie Carnegie, a high
class department store in NYC. Occasionally he would make deliveries or
pickups at Norells studio. Apparently my father was Norells type. With Norells
help and encouragement, my father eventually went into the fashion business,
designing and making womens belts, which Norell used on his dresses, and
which were sold by high end department stores throughout the country. My
father used his contacts with Norell and Norells other boyfriends to keep his
business running. Its not what you know, its who you fuck, Ive learned.
Because my father wasnt a homosexual, he drank, morning, noon and night,
beginning when he was a teenager, to enable himself to suck and fuck with men.
His choice. Hed rather be rich and rubbing elbows with the elites of the NYC
fashion world, than be poor living in a ghetto in Hells Kitchen where he grew up
in New York City, and having a menial job working in a factory, and worrying
about money. You know, being a normal person. So he lived his life being rich
and successful, as far as the world was concerned, while hating every minute of
it. I almost never saw him sober. His choice.

When he wasnt sucking and fucking his homosexual friends, he was busy
raping my sister, his daughter, who was two years older than me. I didnt know
what he was doing to her, all I knew was that she was kinda crazy. That happens
to sexually molested children.
I think he tried to pimp me out a few times when I was between 5 and 10. Hed
sometimes take me to see good looking but creepy men, who seemed interested
in seeing me without my clothes, but nothing else happened. I guess I wasnt
their type, thank God.
Another thing I remember is his constantly complaining that the other fashion
designers were stealing his designs. I thought they came into his factory with a
gun and took them. Now I understand that theyd get the buyers for various
stores to tell them what my fathers new line looked like before he showed it
publicly, and then they used that information for the basis for their own new line.
I realized this years later when I found my art, which I showed to the homosexual
art gallery owners when I was trying to break into the art world, used as the basis
for the art of no-talent homosexual artists, who were the ones given the credit for
my creativity. I guess I should have had sex with the powers in the art world to
become a big time artist. Using my fathers unhappy life as a homosexual
prostitute as a guide, Im glad I didnt.
Oh, my mother was as much of a monster as my father. She enabled his
lifestyle, including his raping my sister, their daughter. She didnt want to live in a
ghetto and work in a factory. She preferred to run my fathers factory. And if he
wanted to fuck their daughter, okay by her. And if he had to be a homosexual
prostitute, well, it did have a lot of benefits. Ugh.
Written in May, 2014, at the age of 70, by Norman K. Breslow, godson and named for Norman
Norell.
(Trivia: I read on the net some time ago that some people were trying to figure
out where Norell came from, what his real name was, etc. No birth certificate for
a Norman Norell could be found anywhere. Well, my father told me Norells real
name was Norman Elliot, from which came Norman Norell. For what its worth.)
My background can be found at:
http://shmedling.com/vita
If you'd like to read some of my writings concerning the homosexual art mafia,
and similar stuff, go to:
http://shmedling.com/indexoldshmedling.html
Norman K. Breslow, May, 2016
nbreslow@aol.com
http://shmedling.com