Homosexual Memoirs for Catholic Freshmen: Why?
December 1999By Katherine Kersten
Katherine Kersten is a Senior Fellow at the Center of the American Experiment, a think tank in Minneapolis, and writes for the Star-Tribune of Minneapolis, The Wall Street Journal, and other publications.
I have always looked to the Christian university as a haven of sorts. But there are many signs that all is not well on Christian campuses. As the mother of teens who are approaching college age, Im disturbed by the extent to which the moral relativism of our popular culture has made inroads at Christian universities. One example is the reading required of freshmen this year at the University of St. Thomas, Minnesotas largest Catholic institution of higher learning.
Each fall, St. Thomas requires freshmen to read a common text. This is a book that all freshmen in English classes must read and that is recommended as reading for the whole campus community. The book becomes the focus of a semester-long discussion, culminating in a series of campuswide activities during common text week. In fall 1999 the freshmen are required to read a book with the pleasantly celestial title of Heavens Coast by Mark Doty. Heavens Coast is Dotys memoir of the death from AIDS of his homosexual partner, Wally. The book chronicles Dotys grief and offers his musings on life, death, and sex.
Consider the notion of sexuality that Doty presents to freshmen at this Catholic university. In Dotys eyes, sex is about pleasure, period. Sexual desires are in his would-be poetic phrase the ties by which the body threads us to the world. For Doty, the ultimate metaphor for pleasure is in the dreamy words uttered by another homosexual after a massage: My whole body feels like a penis. Even on his deathbed, Wally lusts for other men: his male nurse, the handsome guy next door, indeed anything in pants. But Doty is not jealous. This is just Wallys way of loving the world.
Sex, in Dotys and Wallys view, has no moral component. Rather, it is a way of entering the present, of moving through this moments offerings toward the next. At a writing workshop for men with AIDS, Doty talks with a homosexual man who has lost many acquaintances to the disease. As the two exchange accounts of their ordeals, they agree about the persistence of desire, about still wanting, no matter what. His companion concludes: It was my dick that kept me alive. Which moves Doty to wonder, Is lust a form of hope?
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