Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

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.'

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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