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.

Other gaming communities could learn a thing or two from the surprisingly (mostly) welcoming world of pinball.

Being a polyamorist has yet to afford me that “communal pride.” It’s not an identity that I associate with good politics. Yet.

This classic film takes the cautionary tale into the "supersonic age," foregoing a cerebral edge in favor of murder and a giantess fetish.

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

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

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

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.

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.