my cousin's in a monogamous relationship with his boyfriend, coming 21 years already. 21 years, what a mark of a coming of age. what he told me years back when i asked about his relationship sorta influenced my perception and receptivity of a relationship. there werent any special harsh words, just a scenario he painted to me while we were peeing at a toilet at maxwell food court. "well, your siblings will get married and have their families. your parents wouldnt be with you forever. would you, when that day comes, want to be one of them (pointing at two uncles at the urinal) and still having to cruise for a little thrill when your hair's gone white or bald? when all the jizz fizzles, you'll still go back home and face the walls and sleep in that bed alone. just one fine day, you might not wake up anymore in that bed and no one might even know you're gone." that sorta shook me a little. i dont think i would like to live in solitude, having no one to share a life with and age with. granted, as many have said, you can continue sleeping with merely lust; no love involved. but doesnt it sorta insult the sanctity of real love? if you love someone, arent you meant for that person exlusively? i cant imagine how you can bear to share you lover with someone in bed; what makes him? a sexual commodity off the streets of geylang? what about the risk you're exposing your partner to when you have multiple sex partners? well claim as you might about the protection measures you take, but what if you really contract hiv? besides the cocktail remedy to undertake, life with your partner will be disrupted. no sharing of utensils, mugs, bodily fluids. i think humans cook loads of excuses to justify their actions. in their favour.