Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

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

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.

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