Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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