Second of all, it's a bar in the truest sense of the word � a sports bar, as a matter of fact, with the low-key, no-pressure atmosphere that such a designation implies. Gay (queer) men and gay (queer) women hang around the place being gay (happy) until the place announces last call at 2 a.m. If you're interested in rubbing your ass against the washboard abs of some 20-year-old androgyne with a glow-in-the-dark tongue ring in the middle of a sweat-soaked drug orgy while Anastacia freaks out at a billion decibels, Sidelines is not the place for you.
