Call for Papers
Experiments in Love and Liberation

What We’re Looking For

birds and treesWe want to read your reflections on life and love on the front lines. The editors of Experiments in Love and Liberation are seeking writing on topics such as the roots of radical/revolutionary relationships/hidden histories, gender, power, family/community, neuroqueer identity/mental health/mental wellness, dis/ability, abuse/healing, dating, monogamy/non-monogamy/polyamory. We want to hear about how love and loss and the living of and through them have shaped the worlds you are building. 

Tell us stories of historical lineages of radical sexual and romantic relating through investigation of the lives of instigators and visionaries such as Ma Rainey, Bessie Smith, Audre Lorde, Diane DiPrima, Victoria Claflin Woodhull, Emma Goldman, and other foremothers of experiments in love and liberation. Tell us stories of the innovative communes and collectives created over the years. The ways that the AIDS/HIV epidemic shaped our relationships and communities. The intersections of activism and romantic relationships.

Tell us about the ways that power, power plays and BDSM intersect with love and sex. Tell us how disability and physicality impact the shape of relationships and our inner worlds. Talk to us about race and ethnicity, culture and family lineages. About aesthetics and poverty, about socio-economic status. How access to time, material resources, work and emotional labor shape your experiences of love. About parenting, kinship, queerness, and nontraditional/alternative family structures. 

Talk to us about friendships, dating, loneliness, and friends with benefits. About living in the worlds of the down-low and don’t ask don’t tell. About pretty privilege and uglification in radical queer communities. About the spaces and relationships in which you attempted to build new ways of relating and the ways that you succeeded and failed.  

Tell us about the spaces in which abuse is infused within our scenes/movements/communities. Tell us how polyamory can be toxic and how it can be healthy. Tell us how monogamy can also be the same. Tell us about your experiments in love and liberation. 

Tell us about pleasure and heartbreak, about what you’ve learned over the years about love. Talk to us about care work, about sex — casual and profound, about the roles of spirituality and religion. Write to us like you are kicking it with your friends as you realize your own boundaries, the joys and humor and grossness of dating apps and 21st century dating culture, about your fantasies and your fears. Tell us about opening up your relationships and closing them down. Be messy, be clear, be luminous and contradictory, show us how you play with categories and how you play with each other. 

Tell us about love and relationship in all of its complex, romantic, radical, sexy, paradoxical power. 

Tell us what it means to create love and relationality in the midst of the apocalypse.

We seek diverse writing styles from a diversity of authors:

  • First person narrative
  • Creative essay format
  • Poetry
  • Memoir
  • Historical nonfiction
  • Academic and research-based writing, from analytical to relational autoethnography/collaborative and community based writing
  • Hybrids and experimental writing styles welcome

We will accept for consideration your completed pieces/drafts, or well-crafted concept pitches.

Who We Are

Mai’a Williams (she/they) is a writer, multimedia artist and dreamer. She is the author of This is How We Survive: Revolutionary Mothering, War, and Exile in the 21st Century and the co-editor of Revolutionary Mothering: Love on the Front Lines

Lasara Firefox Allen (they/them/theirs) is a writer, Witch, and gritty academic/MSW candidate. They are the author of Jailbreaking the Goddess: A Radical Revisioning of Feminist Spirituality, Sexy Witch, and The Pussy Poems, and a contributor to many other works both academic and creative.

In Experiments in Love and Liberation, Mai’a and Lasara hope to weave a communal quilt of love and liberation.

TO SUBMIT: To engage with our call for papers for Experiments in Love and Liberation, email Put “Experiments in Love and Liberation – Name Of Piece” in the subject line. 

DEADLINE: May 1, 2021

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Wayward Writers Write/Share Zoom Sessions

Wayward Writers is an Ariel Gore related community which writers may join after taking a class with Ariel or in the Literary Kitchen with one of Ariel’s associates. Writers who have close relationships with a Wayward Writer and agree to abide with the spirit of our endeavor are also welcome to join in at the Wayward Writers Write/Share Zoom Sessions. 

Person writing. Wayward Writers Zoom Sessions is a fledgling, community-engaged effort. Started in November of 2020, with permission from Ariel Gore to associate the Wayward Writers name with this group, we acknowledge that we must take care to grow this group with awareness. Wayward Writers Write/Share Zoom Sessions are currently facilitated by Lasara Firefox Allen and Elisa Sinnett on Thursday nights, 5PM Pacific/8PM EST. Other co-hosts/facilitators are encouraged to volunteer. The Sunday Meetup is currently on pause, and volunteers are needed if we are also going to restart the Sunday gatherings.

This is not a writer’s workshop nor a class. We meet as a drop-in quick write supportive write-and-share community. We ask that you write to the prompt, or to what is moving to you in this moment.

  • Confidential space.
    • We meet to get our writing going and for fun and support. 
    • While this can be therapeutic, this is not therapy
    • Unless you have asked for permission first, do not share other people’s work/identities/story
  • Please be kind. 
    • Speak out of your own experience
    • No bigotry
    • No hate speech
  • Have good boundaries – respect good boundaries
    • Because these are short quick writes ranging from 5 – 10 minutes, criticism is generally discouraged unless the author asks for it specifically. 
    • Words of encouragement or saying “what works” in the piece has been our practice
    • Notice time spent giving feedback/words of encouragement, and respect time agreements
  • If something happens that violates community standards or agreements, please communicate with the facilitators

To join, please contact Elisa at and get on the mailing list. Prompts will be shared out at the Zoom Sessions and after.


christmas lights

Wayward Writers’ Zoom
December 17, 2020

christmas lightsUnconfirmed

Her death was unconfirmed, like the weather and sports winners – you never know what you’re going to get. Confirmation is the tragedy because before the confirmation you are allowed hope. 

After years of waiting hope is an albatross. A lodestone that is not good at finding true north. A swansong. Hope is a thing with wings, and blood beating in the ears. Blood pouring on the rocks. Into the water. Blood the color of rust and carnations and firetrucks and cheap fingernail polish – spilled on different mediums it takes on their appearance – here glossy, there speckled with dirt and tiny rocks. 

Confirmation gives a modicum of respite. Even bad news is better than no news at the end of the day. Confirmation leads to closure leads to what amounts to moving on. The days are long and the nights are longer and there is no lack of darkness. Hope is a thing with wings. Sooner or later, it flies away.


This season
is a fabrication
but light in the darkness
never was a bad idea
so we come together
a million little lights 
in darkest nights 

the street that links the apartments
I am splitting my time between
(yes, that’s a longer story)
is lined with christmas lights
and trees decked out with ribbons
and i am reminded of
the awe my little brother used to feel 
all the lights shining

we don’t talk anymore


New Year’s Eve Writings, 2020/2021 – Wayward Writers Zoom


Prompt Two: Things You Can’t Fit in a Basket – Seven Minutes

As the Sufi saying goes the only things that are truly yours are the things you don’t lose in a shipwreck. the things I can’t fit in a basket are sunset and dreams and plans – a million wildflowers in super bloom – the hills are washed crimson, almost like blood poured, silky poppies waving against ochre dirt and a brilliantly blue sky – like the firey orange red and the blues can’t quit coexist at that meter – they fight for dominance, almost ugly in the overwhelm 

the things I can’t fit in this basket are hope and fortitude – these things dwell in my heart and body – the sufi saying echoes – the name of god in my heart beat, clanging against my ribcage like a bird aching for release – each beat an echo of things to come – the future is written in sand – the sand of a million tibetan sand paintings – painstaking and temporary – my flesh disperses in the breeze that blows the sand – these moments of transmutation are a gift 


Prompt Three: A Wish or a Hope – Five Minutes

a wish for the coming year
can feel prosaic
but old times passing
sometimes call for 
a bit of that

the passing of time 
things moving on
I am hopeful
that I will find my way

I am hopeful that 
we will gather 
in these liminal spaces
as we are able
and we will grow 
tree like 
reaching for what light there is

we will grow
and change
and the artifice 
fall away

this is the clarion call 
hearkening to a 
new aeon 

or is it the the same old 
where the apocalypse
another layer 
of doubt?

we live
and grow
and reach for what light there is
reaching for the golden sun
reaching for tomorrow 
reaching for the wildness

uncovered in the 
dark night 
brimming with nightmares
we grow

roots deep in the soil
soul stretched
and yawning
we reach for this
reach for this
new day

I stand on hope
I dream on hope
I grow with hope


Wayward Writers is an Ariel Gore-related community.