Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

Beth's story of abuse and murderous desire is ultimately one of redemption and insight into the human condition.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

As a trans woman, I dress for solidarity. I dress to be identified. And now, I have received my "dress blues."

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