Archive for July, 2012

Just a Reminder…


Queerfitting for Simone Bell

Great turnout and great fun Saturday for a shot-putting, power snatching workout in teams of two.

Quick note re: a bonus QF workout tomorrow, waving a sign for Simone Bell. It’s the primaries and our favorite (and only) queer Black female state representative is facing a tough race in a district that was redrawn last session by the Republican majority.  Here’s the workout: 10 pumps of the Simone Bell sign with your left arm, 10 pumps with your right arm, 5 squats while waving enthusiastically at passing cars. As many rounds as possible for 2 hours.  Teams of two encouraged.

Available? Simone needs folks 7-9 am and 5-7 pm. Shoot an email to if you’re able.

Sports & politics

When my 5th grade teacher took a straw poll for the 1980 Presidential election, it was 23 to 1, the movie star over the peanut farmer.  It was almost 24-0.  I liked President Carter’s big teeth and the fact that, as an officer in the U.S. Navy, a nuclear reactor melted down and he had to disassemble it with his bare hands.  This Reagan fellow, what had he done?  But Carter had also boycotted the Moscow Olympics, and this was nearly unforgivable.  The grime of politics, my ten year old self thought, should not be allowed to sully the purity of the Olympics.

Sixteen Olympics games later, with the Soviet Union dissolved and the United States now in the role of the invaders of Afghanistan, who knows if President Carter’s boycott in protest of the Soviet’s invasion of Afghanistan was the right move politically. Either way, I’m not mad at him anymore – the Olympics, like all sports, is as political as a presidential election.

Case in point, Mitt Romney found himself catching hell this week for the bazooka powered lobbying he’d done to pull in $1.3 billion in taxpayer money to underwrite the Salt Lake City Olympics.

Better case in point, the greatest of all sportswriters David Zirin has this piece out this week about sprinters Tommie Smith and John Carlos taking off their shoes to walk up the medal stand Read more…

Exercises not for show

First, big shout out and thanks to Shae for coaching on Saturday.  While you great queerfitters were working it out, I was floating in the waters of Vieques, Puerto Rico.

I first heard of Vieques in the summer of 2001, when Al Sharpton spent 86 days in jail for protesting something happening on the island.  What the press coverage was most interested in was the fact that The Rev had come out of jail 30 pounds lighter than when he’s gone in.  There was little mention of what The Rev had actually been protesting: the Navy’s use of the island 180 days out of the year to practice air-to-shore bombing, ship-to-shore gunfire, warship maneuvers , and large-scale Marine amphibious landings.

Reverend Sharpton’s jail sentence was for Read more…


Saturday’s workout was so good we ran it twice – once for Queerfit at 10:00, and a second time for Red, Bike & Green. We mashed up man-makers + pushups + broad jumps, got into two-person teams, and made it a race. Mayhem.

Your two-minute midweek inspiration comes from this past weekend’s Crossfit Games.  This here is the race between the 4 top women through the Marine’s Pendleton base obstacle course. These women had never seen this O-course before that day, so the way they tear through the obstacles did not come from practicing that particular course. Really impressive, especially the mohawked Kris Clever, closest to the camera, at 5’2″.

Sentencing Day

Today, like every day, was sentencing day in Fulton County criminal court.  In courtroom 4F, three young men were each sentenced to five years in prison for their unprovoked, homophobic attack of a much smaller, young gay man.

With 98% of criminal cases settled with a plea rather than going to trial, prosecutors sometimes use the sentencing hearing as a mini-trial: expert witnesses, criminal records, slow motion video of the crime.  The whole enchilada is then topped off with a thirty minute closing argument.

The prosecutor’s script is well worn.  He will ask for the longest sentence he thinks he can win, and then go about building his case for it. Unlike the guilt or innocence phase, where the prosecutor must prove that the defendant committed a certain act, in the sentencing phase, the prosecutor must show that the defendant is a terrible person.

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Be Serena

Oh Serena Williams, let me count the ways:

1. Because she won two Wimbledon championships this past Saturday (the singles title in the early afternoon, then the doubles title six hours later with her sister Venus) at 30 years old, in a way that makes it clear she will still be winning it when she’s 73.

2.  Because she and Venus got to the top without going through the national junior tennis circuit, which until they proved otherwise was the only way to develop elite U.S. players.  Their father pulled them out of the circuit because of the racist crap other parents were saying to his daughters during the tournaments.

3. For how she saves the inappropriate, blow your top anger for the appropriate occasion.  I don’t condone threats of violence against wee little bespectacled line judges,but if you really must tell someone you would like to cram a tennis ball down their throat,

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Frank Ocean and Anderson Cooper…shall we compare and contrast?

Frank Ocean at 19 was falling madly, malignantly in love. Anderson Cooper at 19 was interning at the CIA.

Frank Ocean grew up in swampy, sticky, tasty New Orleans. Anderson Cooper grew up in a Vanderbilt palace.

Frank Ocean’s love made him “want to create worlds that were rosier than mine. I tried to channel overwhelming emotion.”  For Anderson Cooper, “in a perfect world, I don’t think it’s anyone’s business.”

Anderson Cooper says did not come out earlier because Read more…

The Heat and the Fourth

Go Asha!

Last Saturday was the hottest day in the history of history here in the big A.  Did you fabulous queerfitters ride out to Lenox Mall and suck on iced frappaccinos? Did you sit a chair over your a/c vent and put your feet in a vat of ice water? Did you buy the last of the King of Pops’ sea salt chocolate popsicles and ride around in your car with your radio cranked and air on high?

No! You came out and sweat sweat sweat, putting yourself in danger of heat stroke and dehydration.  You ran, did lunge jumps, pushups, squats, and then push pressed very heavy dumbbells over your beautiful heads. And then, just for the hell of it, you added another 5 or 10 pounds to your dumbbells, cursed a lot, and push pressed those over your heads. Impressive!

No inspirational mid-week videos today.  This mid-week being the 4th of July, two things to read. I know it’s hard to do squats while reading, so how about 100 pushups throughout the day on the 4th?  Here’s a speech by Frederick Douglass in 1852, What to the Slave is the Fourth of July? And Here is Ted Quant in 2011 What, to the Undocumented Immigrant is the Fourth of July?

Oh wait, here’s Morgan Freeman reading Frederick Douglass’s piece, on youtube.  Watch and do squats!