Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

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.

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.

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