Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

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.

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.

The cycle of un-addressed intimate partner violence in MMA continues for War Machine, now recovering from a suicide attempt.

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

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.

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

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

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.