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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.'

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.

This implies there are rules. And when it comes to GamerGate, there are no rules.

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

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.

The cycle of un-addressed intimate partner violence in MMA continues for War Machine, now recovering from a suicide attempt.

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