Unfurling rainbow flags, drag queens completing their makeup, go-go boys putting their cock rings in place, dykes revving their bikes. Before there’s an Atlanta Pride parade, there’s staging. Lots of it.

Early Sunday, the intersection of Ralph McGill Boulevard and Spring Street was a hive of activity. Prepping, plucking and hammering as scores of floats readied for the parade that stepped off at 1 p.m. It all unfolded under the watchful eye of horse-mounted police officers and an Atlanta police helicopter buzzing overhead. And waiting patiently nearby was a fleet of city garbage trucks to clean up when the parade wraps up. Pride is trashy, after all.

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