(I'm going to be a bit manichean now, just for argument's sake.)
I hate couples. I don't find them comfortable to be around, I don't find them beautiful to look at. More than anything else, I hate heterosexual couples who have an open relationship. When straight people have an open relationship, what they really mean is that they revive their own relationship, and especially their sex lives, through an occasional one night stand or short affair. Within the daily routine of couple-landia, the single person is the rollercoaster-ride (hop-on, hop-off; ha ha) that boosts the adrenalin (of both people in the couple, and not only the person you're sleeping with; that's the joke, of course). And they feel very good about it too; they feel like they're being very unconventional and enlightened; in short: they feel like the true heirs of '68. None of them would, of course, have the guts to really risk something, either leave the secure little homes they've cut out for themselves, or try to live something different, like a ménage-à-trois.
Conclusion: I think Judith Butler is right; we need to think and live desire outside the dyad; and bonds of caring outside the heteronormative pattern of kinship.
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