My father told me this story about a male ballerino he knew in high school. He was a short guy, quiet. A *little* light in the loafers, but not a faggot. He was picked on ruthlessly by this jock. Violently shoved into lockers and such. One day, the little guy had enough. My father saw the jock body check the ballerino into a locker, hard- dropped all of his books and stuff. The ballerino turned, looked at the bully, and did a fucking pirouette, kicking the bully in the face. Broke his fucking jaw, had it wired shut.