Midas

When food and drink went gold on touch, Midas got his servants to feed him. They'd hold up a turkey leg for him to chew, or pour wine down his gullet. Clumsy, but doable.

Sex was a problem at first. Just ask the queen. Uh, never mind, she can't answer. His concubines adjusted, however.

What got him into trouble in the end was that infernal childhood habit of picking his nose.