Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

DoubleCakes dishes out advice to a reader who did something unseemly in her one-night-stand's bed.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.