July 1st. An Albuquerque S.W.A.T. team storms the male-only Pride Gym. Machine guns drawn, flash bangs readied, the rainbow-painted door splinters inwards. A dozen girlish screams ululate in unison; glitter and tear gas fills the air. As the skylight burst inwards, SWAT members rappel down from a hovering stealth copter and a song apropos ushers from the Jukebox: It’s Raining Men by the Weather Sisters, only to be silenced by a single shotgun blast.
