Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

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

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.

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.

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

This implies there are rules. And when it comes to GamerGate, there are no rules.

A tale as old as rhyme: boy meets girl, gets his feelings hurt, and spreads her personal information on the internet. Here's my take on Zoe Quinn.

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.

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

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