Call for submissions for Welsh Anarcha-Feminist Zine



Ffwff, our Welsh/English bilingual Anarcha-Feminist zine will this year be publishing a special edition in memory of the amazing creative soul Eli, a very dear friend of one of the zine founders and many others, who sadly passed away. So we want to make it a bumper-super-special-kick-ass one! Our theme will be focusing on highlighting issues of solidarity, mental health and mental states of being outside what society considers “normal”. For this we will need your help!!

Submission guidelines: Loosely themed around mental health and different mental states outside of the parameters of what this society deems “normal”. You can approach and respond to this subject in any way you like! We are accepting articles, stories, interviews, artwork, poems (or any other creative responses however abstract) in Welsh, English or whichever language you prefer – so long as we’re able to show them effectively in printed format, size A5. The zine is mainly printed in black and white, but just let us know if there’s something specific you want to submit that’s alternative to these guidelines. Importantly, your submissions can also remain anonymous should you wish.

Ffwff is a not-for-profit Zine, and copies will be available for free once printed. It is funded from our own pockets and no revenue is generated. As you know, printing costs can be dear so whilst we are not asking for a submission fee of any kind (we do not want to restrict who can take part) any help that can be offered for getting the final publication to print, when the time comes, will be gratefully appreciated.

** The deadline is Friday, 6th May 2016! Please email your submissions directly to: Mererid (North Wales) or Heledd (South Wales) **

And if you want to send anything by post let us know!

Diolch yn fawr // Thank you very much

Anarchist Justice: Sexual Attack, Oppressive Behavior and our collective Responses to it


Cliciwch yma am y Gymraeg.

AgrrrlsCaerdydd invites you to an open discussion on the all too often hushed topic of sexual attack and oppressive behavior in our communities and ideas around collective response:

What can we do to support people who experience sexual attack and /or oppressive behavior in our communities?

How can we respond in a way that brings about positive change and what is our sense of justice?

What is an ‘accountability process’?

Sun, 26 October, 5pm – 7pm, Cathays Community Centre, Cathays Terrace, Cardiff

Plus an Introduction from Sohvi, an anarchist who put together a new zine “What about the rapists? Anarchist approaches to crime and justice”. Sohvi thought the lack of literature on grassroots responses to oppressive behavior undermined the credibility of anarchism. With a view to changing this, she studied law & legal theory for five years – although most of her inspiration comes from the anarchist ideas and practice of her comrades of the past and present. She will be discussing her contributions to the new zine, which summarise some of her main ideas on this theme.

Available to download here: A wider selection of zines (for donation) for further reading will be available and some snacks.

’40 Days for Life’ : The Last Scupper – by Bella Amos

Cardiff, Sunday 13th April, 2014; a little before six a.m. St Mary’s Street seems eerily quiet without the usual throng of ’40 Days for Life’ campaigners (a group of fundamentalist Catholics who are anti contraception, anti abortion, pro death penalty and pro war) outside the British Pregnancy Advisory Service (Elgin House). We set up our banners and anxiously anticipate their arrival.At half past eight the first batch appears, and an argument on the meaning of pro choice quickly ensues. In the midst of the early morning frustration they take control of the bin space. We lament this early loss of battle ground but persevere regardless, and by the crack of noon the protest is in full swing.

There they are, huddled around the bin underneath their ‘pray to end abortion’ banner, which is underneath a ‘let us prey’ sign. They clutch their rosary beads to their chests and pass their psalm book between each other while we dance around them to the songs of Canned Heat and Cherry Poppin’ Daddies. They glare at us disapprovingly, continually crossing themselves, perhaps expecting us sinners to disappear in a flash of smoke and fire.


But we will not be got rid of so easily, as they soon discover when they fetch the plastic pigs to remove us. After a quick word, the C3POs seem confused enough by the whole thing to call the actual police. While an officer talks with one of the 40 Day-ers, a couple of kids (who, after arriving in a wheelbarrow, began to make signs such as ‘don’t have children in case they turn out not to be Christian) use a pair of crutches to smash up the dinosaur pinata filled with condoms. The police then decide to leave us to it, and we decide to run around in circles to the Benny Hill theme tune.

By seven o’clock in the evening our energy has flagged considerably. The core crew of pro choice protesters has fallen to a number of four, while the 40 Days group is standing at around fifteen. Despite this, we are determined to see things through to the bitter end. A Catalan man joins us and starts to play a mix of Twist & Shout and La Bamba on guitar.

And then, en mass and out of nowhere, about twenty more Catalans come to join in. They kiss the guitarist on the forehead, and after a jovial false start they burst all together into a loud and tuneful song about Belarus. They are waving our signs, they are dancing with each other, they completely drown out the sound of the hymns emanating from around the bin.

It’s hard to describe to anybody who wasn’t there the true beauty of this moment. I have a distinct memory of myself with my hands clasped together, glow-in-the-dark rosary beads entwined around them, laughing up at the sky with tears of joy streaming down my face. It was magnificent.

As suddenly has they had arrived, the Catalans were gone. Half an hour until the end of the protest and, for the first time, we didn’t even want to sing over the Catholics. We felt there was nothing we could do to match the magic that had just transpired; we were happy enough to revel in the glory of that very special moment.

Enter the Irish. They were loud and enthusiastic, albeit a little drunk, they were screaming chants and brandishing our banners with unpredictable passion. I asked one of the 40 Day-ers how much longer they were going to let this continue, and the reply spat at me was “three hours”. The fundamentalists were fuming – so furious were they that they called the police on us again.
If only they had lived and learned. Two riot vans pulled up and a single officer came over to tell us that, although he had no intention of arresting anybody, he had to ask us to try to calm down.

We explained that, although the levels of rowdiness had indeed increased in the last half hour, it was because the 40 Days group were well overdue their home time. We said we would not leave before them, and told the policeman to tell them that their time was up.
So he did. They packed up their stuff and began to depart in small groups. We were thrilled with this outcome, but not so overcome with emotion that we didn’t notice a few of them cross the road to pray on the steps of Elgin House. Now we were enraged. We ran across with a ‘pro choice’ banner and a ‘harassment is NOT holy’ sign to question their audacity and their malformed morals. They walked away disgruntled for a second time, and that was that.

A great day for pro choice radicals, a great shame we still have to fight against this madness.