Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

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

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

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

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

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

Visibility and respect, held with tired arms in a dire double headlock—this is the struggle of women in sports.

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.

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

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

News that televangelist Angley forced congregants to have abortions shocked the nation. But his actions don't exist in a vacuum.