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.

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

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

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

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

Every now and then a “Mommy” would escape her lips and I would wipe it from my face, like mud or mosquitos on an otherwise idyllic summer’s drive.

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

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.

News that televangelist Angley forced congregants to have abortions shocked the nation. But his actions don't exist in a vacuum.

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