On Saturday morning, we had Inky put to sleep. In the next couple of days, Biffle's going to write a post about him. I think Inky was to Biffle a bit like Baxter was to me: they had a kind of soul connection. Inky was, as Catherine texted me on Saturday, "evil and lovable." I miss his Darth Vader breathing, his copious quantities of snot, his grim stare, and his willingness to be put in ridiculous positions for our entertainment (as in this picture, when he soberly wore a onesie that a friend had sent for the still-gestating Maybelle).
More soon, from Biffle. I just wanted to let everybody know.
Alison Piepmeier was a professor in the Women's and Gender Studies Program at the College of Charleston, and much, much more. When she wasn't working to bring down the patriarchy, she wrote here and elsewhere about feminist disability studies, Zines, her ugly car, and an eclectic range of topics. She also wrote about the brain tumor that eventually caused her death on August 12, 2016, at the age of 43.