It's a little after 10pm on Saturday night, and two fresh-faced girls are belting out Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar On Me" at Spyners Pub. A handful of middle-aged lesbians halfheartedly clap at the song's close but never really break conversation with their old friend Jack Daniel's. As the night wears on at this divey watering hole (often referred to by heteros as "Lesbian Karaoke Bar"), the college kids start to outnumber the sapphic regulars. Soon, Spyners doesn't look like the last surviving lesbian bar in Chicago--it just looks like a bar trying to survive.
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