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My childhood background
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 my father 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 have sex with, Ive learned.
Because my father wasnt a homosexual, he drank, morning, noon and night, beginning when
he was a teenager, to enable himself to have sex 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. This is why I said I'm glad I'm a failed artist.
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 rape their daughter, okay by her.
And if he had to be a homosexual prostitute, well, it did have a lot of benefits. Ugh.
Written by Norman K. Breslow, godson and named for Norman Norell on May 2, 2014, at the
age of 70.
(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.