Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

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.

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

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

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

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."

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.

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

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

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