I lived in Johannesburg in South Africa for years. It was toward the end of the apartheid era, and was still a very conservative society.

Nearby there was a mechanics workshop. One of the mechanics working there was a quiet young man who, it transpired was gay. I didn’t know when first I met him, but when he showed up at work one day in a tricked out pink Ford Escort with nitrous and wide wheels it was pretty clear he was making a…