As some of you may know, I’ve written some short stories here and there and I’ve found that some of my characters really appeal to me. When I wrote “Threats” for Duster’s Blog I didn’t realize those characters would reappear in “What the Sniper Saw.” Giselle Duluth, the shotgun-toting face-punching counter-intelligence expert, soon became one of my favorite characters from those stories. When I first imagined her, I thought she looked like Amy Madigan in the 80s classic “Streets of Fire.”

McCoy was her name in case you forgot.

‘Recently though, Duluth wanted me to tell a new story, one less rooted in the violence and intrigue that usually marks the Eve Online/Dust514 universe. It took me a while to finally get the story written, but she wouldn’t leave me alone until I did and I’m mostly pleased with how it turned out. A couple of my friends are reading it now so it should be ready for publication in another month I’d say. The reason I bring it up is that, while I was learning more about Giselle she started to remind me of another blonde woman from the 1980s one that I barely got to know because her career started not long after I was born, and ended just as I was getting into my teens. I’m referring, of course, to the amazingly talented Wendy O. Williams.

I was fourteen when she appeared on The joan Rivers Show and I was so amazed. This lady was so outrageous that I pretty much fell in love instantly. Which was really unfortunate because Authority wouldn’t let her work and the Plasmatics┬ábroke up not long after that appearance.

If you’ve never heard of Wendy, or the Plasmatics, you’re missing out. She was a true Feminist Icon and she deserves to be remembered. Chainsawing guitars, sledgehammering TVs, blowing up cars ON STAGE…that is fucking PUNK, my friend. And she did Metal like nobody’s business.

I fucking loved that song and video when I first saw it back in the 80s and I still love it now. People like her are a rare breed and her suicide was a fucking tragedy. She played Cherry Hill, NJ when I was 10…right in my fucking backyard but come on, I was 10. Even if I knew she or the Plasmatics existed, there is no fucking way I would have been allowed to attend one of her shows.

Look at that smile. How could you not fall in love with her?

I’m not saying that Duluth is a fictional version of Wendy, I never got to know her so I wouldn’t presume to do that. It’s just this is how I see Duluth now. Well, without the mohawk.

So, more like this. Except without the ponytail.

RIP, Wendy. You are missed.