Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

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

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.

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

Speaking out for the rights of all women doesn’t make me a misandrist or an infighter.

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

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

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.

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

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.