As a teenage boy growing up in Singapore, like any other teenager in the world, I was obsessed about getting laid. Life revolved around trying to balance being badass and not failing my subjects in school, Counterstrike, finding ingenious hiding places for my cigarette Marlboro packs, and most importantly, dipping my fingers and hopefully more into the sacred nectar from the holy grail of the female — the vagina.
Buying condoms from in my Chinese High school uniform was considered cool, and every time I actually got to use these with someone, I would boast about it to my bros.
The more conquests I achieved, the more my bros celebrated me. A bit of double standards there? Oh, yes, the infamous key-and-lock analogy: If a key can open many locks, it is a master key and it is a good key. While in the context of a lock and key, the above argument might hold true. And if she did, she would probably end up with a bunch of babies that she might find difficult to take care of alone. Tough times. If a pencil sharpener chooses not to sharpen any pencils, it is still a good sharpener.
And times change. The good traditions such as filial piety and respect for elders are timeless and should of course, be kept. As for those that applied to a more conservative past where there was little knowledge of gender equality and even understanding of other cultures, those can be changed to make way for a more loving, more equal, more harmonious global community. Sex should stop being a shameful act that reflects on our morals. And in a day and age where we have become so incredibly distant from one another, it might just open the doors to greater understanding, and greater enjoyment of life.
Many religions have convinced us to see sex as a sin. If that rocks your boat, go for it. Believe what you want, do what you want. Just because we think something is wrong in our perception, to someone else, it might be the most normal thing to do. And no one should feel ashamed of loving their own bodies, what their own bodies can do and feel, and sharing it with consensual parties. Self-proclaimed hippie punk living in Sweden, Kai believes that only if he could explain the different colours to a blind person can he reach writer's nirvana.
