Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

We deserve to be safe. We deserve to live—even at the cost of your flawed, incomplete grasp of lesbian identity.

When you openly deride poor/sick/incarcerated people who have access to nutritious and delicious food, you set us all up for failure.

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.

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

Visibility and respect, held with tired arms in a dire double headlock—this is the struggle of women in sports.

Hailing from the bowels of hell, it's time to meet Pocahottie, Sexy Eskimo, Sexy China Doll . . . and more!

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

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

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

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.