Eight of them sit in small groups around the huge wooden horseshoe-shaped bar. The music seems too ambitious, mostly underlining the low energy of Monday night’s customers. The nineties techno is so loud that its pulses can be felt on hard surfaces. The icy cold twenty-four-year-old bar smells of latex and expired cleaning products. Inside the near totally dark doorway of the Lucky Horseshoe is an illuminated picture of a shirtless man. Within walking distance of the lounge are a sushi restaurant, costume store, nightclub, and large rainbow flags. In the outskirts of Boystown, a neighborhood known as Chicago’s premier gay district, is a male dance lounge called the Lucky Horseshoe.