Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.