Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

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.

When you openly deride poor/sick/incarcerated people who have access to nutritious and delicious food, you set us all up for failure.

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.

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

Jane Lynch, Aubrey Plaza, Rosario Dawson, Laverne Cox . . . we're looking at you.

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

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

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.