Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

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.

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

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

Every Friday, our very DoubleCakes scours the videosphere for the best cringe-inducing documentaries, found footage and TV specials of yore.

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

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

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.

Being a polyamorist has yet to afford me that “communal pride.” It’s not an identity that I associate with good politics. Yet.

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.