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The apron was a birthday gift—to both of us, really. She was the first woman to ever call me 'Mommy.'
Read...We deserve to be safe. We deserve to live—even at the cost of your flawed, incomplete grasp of lesbian identity.
Read...Other gaming communities could learn a thing or two from the surprisingly (mostly) welcoming world of pinball.
Read...Hailing from the bowels of hell, it's time to meet Pocahottie, Sexy Eskimo, Sexy China Doll . . . and more!
Read...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.
Read...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.
Read...Being a polyamorist has yet to afford me that “communal pride.” It’s not an identity that I associate with good politics. Yet.
Read...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.
Read...This classic film takes the cautionary tale into the "supersonic age," foregoing a cerebral edge in favor of murder and a giantess fetish.
Read...When you openly deride poor/sick/incarcerated people who have access to nutritious and delicious food, you set us all up for failure.
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