RYAN MCGINLEY (HEAD-BUTT), 1999
“That's not my blood. I was making out with my main squeeze on a stoop in the East Village 
and some macho jock dickhead walked by and called us fags. I don’t think he expected me 
to get up in his face. We scrapped a bit and then I head-butted him and could feel 
his nose break on my forehead. We ran for blocks, laughing at the top of our lungs, 
and then jumped into bed, where my boyfriend took this picture of me.”