Why this gay-married Protestant loved Eve Tushnet’s “Gay and Catholic”


Perhaps I was already predisposed to enjoy Eve’s book because I’m already fond of Eve. I attended one of her workshops this past January at the Gay Christian Network conference, and I was hooked by the way she unabashedly “geeked out” over historical accounts of spiritual friendship. Intelligent people often make you feel inferior, but listening to Eve just made me jealous; I wished that studying something could thrill me as much as it seemed to thrill her.

Along those same lines, I couldn’t help feeling like Eve took genuine delight in writing this book. It has more creatively crafted sentences, more literary allusions, and more of a consistent voice than any other book I’ve read in the LGBTQ+ Christian category. Reading it made me want to become a better writer. Even her rampant cat references somehow surpassed mere lesbian clichés: case in point, her confession that she associates “intentional community” with “arguments over whether the cats should go vegan.”

Part One of Gay and Catholic is Eve’s own account of coming out as a lesbian in her atheist family, falling in love with the Catholic church in college, choosing to be baptized, and then confronting her alcoholism – a story made all the more interesting because its pieces seem to be scrambled and assembled in the opposite order from your average gay Christian autobiography.

Eve has a remarkable gift for mixing incisive wit and quirky humor with mature, vulnerable introspection. At certain moments this killer combination surprises you like a swift punch to the gut – I promise, her reflections on the toy soldier figurine of her childhood will floor you. What I appreciated most about this section, besides her descriptions of her evolving outfits (“hot pink fishnets, a tiger-print skirt held together with safety pins and lies, and a Boy Scout T-shirt”), was her outspoken defense of the gay community in which she was nurtured. She debunks claims that homosexuality only produces self-centered narcissists; among her reasons for continuing to call herself gay is that “gay communities were places where [she] encountered beauty and learned solidarity and humility.” Although she is now celibate, she recounts scenes of her early lesbian relationships with a gratitude that almost approaches reverence. This stereotype-busting effort is valiant, considering her conservative audience, and I gratefully applaud her for it.

Part Two contains Eve’s thoughts about vocation, friendship, and celibate life, summed up by the aphorism “You are called to love.” Drawing from history, theology, her own life, and interviews with celibate friends, she succeeds at down-to