Which is, of course, what the Pride Parade this weekend is also about, in which case, however, freakiness means specifically queerness. But even for a straight dude like me—a very gay friendly straight dude—Pride's Block Party was the public party of the year. It was the closest we come, as a city, to Dionysian revelry and ecstatic abandon on the city streets. It was the closest we come to true civilization. But, instead of straight people learning how to party from the queer community, Pride is taking a card from all the breeders who rule the world and making the Block Party "family friendly" and relegating beer-drinking to "beer gardens." This is fucking stupid, because, obviously the assless chaps—or other forms of spectacular-but-not-generally-appropriate-in-the-real-world fashions—are not family friendly. That is the point of assless chaps. So, the move seems to be motivated more by the concerns of wealthy home-owners and restaurateurs in Mount Vernon who are angry about people pissing in the street. I live in Mount Vernon and it is a great neighborhood. A friend who grew up in France visited for the first time the other day and remarked on how European it is. But you know what is not European about it? Piss. In Paris, people piss all over the street. It is illegal of course, but ubiquitous, and they even have public urinals—maybe one or two left—called "pissoirs." So fuck off and quit worrying about piss on one day of the year. As it is now, every chance for public drinking in the neighborhood has been ruined: First Thursdays are in Canton now and Book Fest, my most beloved of all the fests, is in the Inner Harbor. I will still have my famous 12-hour Book Fest Brunch—we just will not make it to the actual Book Fest that Day.