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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.