Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

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.

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

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

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.

A tale as old as rhyme: boy meets girl, gets his feelings hurt, and spreads her personal information on the internet. Here's my take on Zoe Quinn.

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.

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