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.

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

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.

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

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

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

This implies there are rules. And when it comes to GamerGate, there are no rules.

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

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 have an intense, irrational fear of amputation. I threw up trying to read Geek Love. I get light-headed, piss-pantsy in Halloween stores.