Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

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

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 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.

Beth's story of abuse and murderous desire is ultimately one of redemption and insight into the human condition.

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.

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

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

Hailing from the bowels of hell, it's time to meet Pocahottie, Sexy Eskimo, Sexy China Doll . . . and more!

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.