Jetta Rae DoubleCakes

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

Nail polish and straws put rape prevention squarely on the shoulders of women, a responsbility we've always borne.

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

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.