words cannot express how much this book means to me.
‘Burning Butch’ follows the author’s experiences with Catholicism and growing up queer in a conservative Catholic community. Growing up queer and Catholic is a very special and peculiar kind of pain, and it’s one that I know well. It can be hard to reconcile a religious past, a religious upbringing and a childhood devotion to God, with a current “Godless” existence. With the present, existing as a queer person apart from religion. Mertz manages to capture this feeling of existing in Limbo your entire life, and only recently realizing this and coming to terms with it, perfectly.
Reading ‘Burning Butch’ was very cathartic for me, and all of the conversations Mertz had with friends and with themself about God and religion and the Church resonated with me. However, I don’t think this is just a book for former Catholics or queer people of faith. I think that ‘Burning Butch’ has a level of bittersweet relatability that could potentially apply to a lot of people. Mertz writes with such tenderness but refuses to shy away from the aspects of religion and queer childhood that some people might find “unseemly” or “inappropriate.” This is a particular strength of the memoir, writing about some of the worst parts of religion and devotion while maintaining a respect and admiration for the people in Mertz’ life that deserve it, and purposefully acknowledging the humanity of the people in their life that don’t.
Mertz experienced a lot of trauma, mostly at the hands of their father, but always speaks about their siblings and their mother and stepfather with so much love, and this love maintains itself throughout the memoir despite whatever happens to this familial bond. Bittersweet nostalgia can be found in every line of this book, as well as healing.
Mertz portrays the struggle with religion and identity so perfectly and, at the end of the memoir, talks about their divorce from religion as something as natural as breathing. I think ‘Burning Butch’ is very special in a lot of ways, and could really resonate with a lot of people.
“I think of Catholicism like a language - for the universe, for the mysteries. It’s the one I speak most fluently, anyway. But I don’t attend. I mean, they don’t acknowledge my moral authority, and I don’t acknowledge theirs. So, we’re at an impasse.”
“When Cece asked me if I believed in God, I said, ‘I believe in metaphors.’ I believe in stories and the power they have over us, how they change our lives and how we choose our roles and change the narratives and break open languages to include more people. You can do the opposite, too, with silence and gaslit language that erases what’s true, what really happened.”
c/w’s - homophobia, religious bigotry, lesbophobia, child abuse, SA, CSA, racism, drug use, death of a parent, suicide attempt, suicidal thought/ideation, emotional abuse, incest, sexual harassment, transphobia