Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

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.

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

Hailing from the bowels of hell, it's time to meet Pocahottie, Sexy Eskimo, Sexy China Doll . . . and more!

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

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

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

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

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

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.