Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

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

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.

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 implies there are rules. And when it comes to GamerGate, there are no rules.

Speaking out for the rights of all women doesn’t make me a misandrist or an infighter.

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

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.

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

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