Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

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

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

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.

Other gaming communities could learn a thing or two from the surprisingly (mostly) welcoming world of pinball.

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

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.

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

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

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.