Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

The cycle of un-addressed intimate partner violence in MMA continues for War Machine, now recovering from a suicide attempt.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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