Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

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

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

There's a dresser in my drawer, and all it contains is a flannel shirt and a picture of me and Henrietta, from Christmas 2013.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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