The day Magic Johnson
was diagnosed with H.I.V.
I punched James in the
face in the high school
playground for calling
him a faggot. I saw James
5 years later on
Darlinghurst Street,
muscular and tanned,
in tight white jeans,
aviator sunglasses,
and a hot-pink singlet.
His arm lovingly around
another man with similar
clothes and build. I
smiled, "Both he and
Magic have somehow
made it," I thought as
they continued along
the road.

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