Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

I have an intense, irrational fear of amputation. I threw up trying to read Geek Love. I get light-headed, piss-pantsy in Halloween stores.

This implies there are rules. And when it comes to GamerGate, there are no rules.

Every Friday, our very DoubleCakes scours the videosphere for the best cringe-inducing documentaries, found footage and TV specials of yore.

Speaking out for the rights of all women doesn’t make me a misandrist or an infighter.

DoubleCakes dishes out advice to a reader who did something unseemly in her one-night-stand's bed.

The apron was a birthday gift—to both of us, really. She was the first woman to ever call me 'Mommy.'

There's a dresser in my drawer, and all it contains is a flannel shirt and a picture of me and Henrietta, from Christmas 2013.

Nail polish and straws put rape prevention squarely on the shoulders of women, a responsbility we've always borne.

When you openly deride poor/sick/incarcerated people who have access to nutritious and delicious food, you set us all up for failure.

Being a polyamorist has yet to afford me that “communal pride.” It’s not an identity that I associate with good politics. Yet.