Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

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.

Jane Lynch, Aubrey Plaza, Rosario Dawson, Laverne Cox . . . we're looking at you.

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

The cycle of un-addressed intimate partner violence in MMA continues for War Machine, now recovering from a suicide attempt.

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

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."

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.

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