Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But it's usually too battered with rules to be heard and bound with pretenses so it can hardly move. We cripple ourselves with lies.
In fact I'd just like to own something. Everyone thinks I'm glamorous rich and famous but all I've got is some recording equipment and a battered old BMW.
I hope this doesn't sound pompous but I don't think of myself as famous whatever fame I've got has come through what I've done and associations of things I've done.