I am known by many middle names.
Some forbidden to speak aloud after decades of depravity and violence having become indelibly associated with them.
Some so obscure and difficult to pronounce that uttering them is used as a form of capital punishment in eleven countries (eight Third World, one Second World, and two First World).
Some are so intertwined with moments of unparalleled bliss and intense pleasure that hearing them invariably evokes a robust audible response (usually breathy gasps of ecstacy). Rarely does this reaction not result in public obscenity charges.
But of all those powerful, de facto secret middle names, my favorite, due to its unassuming nature and humble origins, has to be Melvin.