Drag queens make me think of disco balls rotating lazily, filling rooms with sparkles.  They make me think of high heels, lipstick, cabaret and beautiful, brave people.  The general preconception is that they’re all wannabe women, as camp as a row of pink tents.  Until I photographed drag queens at Joburg Pride recently, I’ve never had much personal contact with them at all, apart from the odd giggle together at a gay...