Resistance.

There is nothing particularly sexy about rusty steel huge dirty pieces of junk that look like they are leftovers since the Industrial Revolution, which are full of holes from bullets that light seeps through bluntly without permission the same way a prostitute would look at passing prospects, which look like they are leftovers from the war that killed your remaining sibling and only lover, which amateurs use to practice shooting to add further holes or to simply enlarge the existing circles, which have no talent and no assets to utilize to fly away from the earth prints their weight has made, which are thought to be ugly by even the insects that reside inside them for shelter away from human steps, which have no god to pray for, which have no sexual organs to make love and seep out their self loathing, which are detested by the breeze that passes by. No… nothing particularly sexy… not at all, no.