On 3 October 1987, just eight months after my twenty-fourth birthday, and a mere four months after beginning the relationship with the woman who was the passion of my life for very close to thirty years, my father asked me one morning if I was a lesbian, and I said yes. That was okay. He asked if I was happy with her—you know, the one whose name was so hard to pronounce—and I said yes.
Not everyone was so reasonable, nor had been, and my ‘manifesto’ had largely been written by this date, the day of my “coming out”, in response to society’s attitudes prevalent at the time. At the end of that long day, I put the final touches to my manifesto.
I found it by accident today, and we can thank my beloved João, she who kept these things, for that. If I had found it sooner, I would have published it sooner.
Having just read out what I have always thought of as “my manifesto” to my cousin, it was interesting, to say the least, that I definitely did want to give it the title “Lesbo Manifesto”, because were I not lesbo, I would never have felt the need to write it in the first place.
It is worth noting that I have always been honest, so if I said I had done, or not done something in 1987, then this was true. I have not changed a single word; not even the punctuation. It comes to you as it was, just over thirty years ago.

I haven't committed suicide nor murder, nor maimed animals I haven't destroyed myself with drugs I haven't twisted my mind or anyone else's I haven't burnt any buildings to the ground nor stolen from church altars nor drowned a baby nor had a backstreet abortion I haven't cut into my wrists or into the fabric of society I have not committed unfair practices nor any act of violence. I have loved all that is life I have encouraged others to live I have comforted the sick helped beggars and children and rape victims I have soaked in beauty in all its forms, the rain in winter and storms in summers I have let the wind blow through me on cold nights and marvelled at the wonder of the moon I have thrown sand over the sea with my soul, which returns on the incoming waves I have grown and picked flowers and herbs collected shells and memories I have lit a candle to life at midnight, and dawn and early evening I have tasted of the knowledge of men and women of great vision, absorbed histories and sciences and current events I have been humble before God, and prayed for the relief of suffering, past and present I have written to many friends when they have needed it most I have created drawings and poems to the delight of others and rejoiced together with them over simple things I have always had the impulse to give, just as others too have been good to me My heart has known the height of inspiration and the depths of confusion and despair But I have always known that I am strong and good I have waited many years for the love of my life I did not enter into the world of cruel carnality for the sake of mere gratification I waited for my soul mate To share all that I am And I have found her. So you who scorn or fail to comprehend or accept Know that I love, and I love life I have made each choice along the way with both the joys and sadnesses life brings So should you happen to scorn or fail to comprehend or accept Who I am, Respect my soul, and what I have and haven't done As I respect life and love itself. ©2018 (1987) Allison Wright
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Yes, you have lived and loved beyond the comprehension of many.
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I have, but did you see that I actually wrote this in 1987 – before most of my adult life had unfolded?
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The infrastructure to your life.
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