Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

When you openly deride poor/sick/incarcerated people who have access to nutritious and delicious food, you set us all up for failure.

Visibility and respect, held with tired arms in a dire double headlock—this is the struggle of women in sports.

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.

DoubleCakes dishes out advice to a reader who did something unseemly in her one-night-stand's bed.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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