Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

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

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

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

Other gaming communities could learn a thing or two from the surprisingly (mostly) welcoming world of pinball.

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.

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

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.

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.

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