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Not everyone at the Pride Parade is scrambling for promo swag from the Smirnoff and Chipotle floats. Each year, it seems, Capital Pride gets bigger, blander, and more corporate, a far cry from the safety-in-numbers public show of queer power it once was. Now that it’s trendy (and profitable) to be gay-friendly, the local nonprofits and community organizations that march in the parade are sometimes shown up by glitzy, money-backed floats. Some attendees take issue with the fact that companies like Wells Fargo, which holds investments in privatized prisons that have been accused of abusing transgender inmates, and politicians like Jack Evans, who pushed to level Southeast D.C.’s gayborhood to make room for Nationals Park, are allowed to march regardless of their track record of support for queers beyond the well-heeled Logan Circle contingent. Last year, a group of protesters who called themselves the Booty Brigadiers dressed as pirates and crashed the parade to block the path of the Wells Fargo and Citibank delegations, chanting “Beat back the corporate attack” and holding signs that bore slogans like “Stonewall wasn’t sponsored by Bud Light.” Others rallied in support of Chelsea Manning and CeCe McDonald, reminding paradegoers that just being out and proud isn’t enough of a political act these days—and oppression isn’t vanquished just ’cause Booz Allen Hamilton’s joined our team.