Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

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

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.'

The cycle of un-addressed intimate partner violence in MMA continues for War Machine, now recovering from a suicide attempt.

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

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

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.

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.

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