One's fetishes are fascinating, but not because of their beauty or significance. The same could be said for one's genitals, or one's children.
The flesh of past lovers looks both familiar and strange.
Malevolence is shameful but satisfying.
The eros of advertising is lurid but not specific.
Adversity can strengthen us if it does not go on too long.
Birth dates and bathroom scales tell more truth than I want to know.