Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

Every now and then a “Mommy” would escape her lips and I would wipe it from my face, like mud or mosquitos on an otherwise idyllic summer’s drive.

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

I put the lotion on my skin for a week after they left, hoping that it would bring me stop-gap solace until they forgave me and came back.

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.

A tale as old as rhyme: boy meets girl, gets his feelings hurt, and spreads her personal information on the internet. Here's my take on Zoe Quinn.

Hailing from the bowels of hell, it's time to meet Pocahottie, Sexy Eskimo, Sexy China Doll . . . and more!

We deserve to be safe. We deserve to live—even at the cost of your flawed, incomplete grasp of lesbian identity.

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

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

This classic film takes the cautionary tale into the "supersonic age," foregoing a cerebral edge in favor of murder and a giantess fetish.