Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

As a trans woman, I dress for solidarity. I dress to be identified. And now, I have received my "dress blues."

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.'