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.

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

Visibility and respect, held with tired arms in a dire double headlock—this is the struggle of women in sports.

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

The apron was a birthday gift—to both of us, really. She was the first woman to ever call me 'Mommy.'

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

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.

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

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.