Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

Nail polish and straws put rape prevention squarely on the shoulders of women, a responsbility we've always borne.