Met an 80-year-old Bikuni on the sidewalk. Happily talking about her Dharma sisters, she kept using the word "single" and finally reached a conclusion, "Most are single, though some were married..."
"Were you married?" I smiled.
"You guess?" She seemed nervous.
"Well, Lord Buddha was once married." I meant the royal wedding.
"Oh no, no," She became even more nervous than before, "he just pointed his fingers at her and it all just happened!" She meant the birth legend of Ven. Arhat Rahula.
"Yes, that's right." I smiled again. Wedding in terms of social-legal meaning or biological-reproductive metaphor, it's not a shame. No need to get anxious over it, even after the Tonsure ceremony. Society as a whole respects married couples as parents or expectant parents, not people indulging in desires.
Even you got married or fell in love countless times in the bitter sea of Samsara, you will still become Buddhas in the end. Through fingers or other part of human bodies, reproduction process is as illusory as the cycle of life and death.