Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

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.

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

This classic film takes the cautionary tale into the "supersonic age," foregoing a cerebral edge in favor of murder and a giantess fetish.

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

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

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

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.

When you openly deride poor/sick/incarcerated people who have access to nutritious and delicious food, you set us all up for failure.

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.