Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

A tale as old as rhyme: boy meets girl, gets his feelings hurt, and spreads her personal information on the internet. Here's my take on Zoe Quinn.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.