Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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