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.

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 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.

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

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

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

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

News that televangelist Angley forced congregants to have abortions shocked the nation. But his actions don't exist in a vacuum.

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