Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

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

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

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."

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.