You are already a cyborg ~
Your body doesn’t have a perfect distinction between you and your clothes and your car and your glasses and your wheelchair and your immune system is hacked by vaccines since you were a kid and we’re all already cyborgs
Cyborg is accepting new things to be a part of your body and identity and deciding you have the right to modify it to suit your needs.
Try the binder, try the testosterone, try the cane, try the piercing, try the meds, try the colored hairs
You don’t end where your skin end. You end where your conscience of yourself end, and the version of you who exists in your head is as valid as you are in shared reality
I’m a cyborg, and there is no strict border between me and my dog and my wheelchair and my red hairs and my computer and my tattoos and my artificial hormones and my hacked immune system and the image you all have of me
I am something greater than the sum of its parts
And so are you.
I grew up terrified of needles, terrified of anything that would touch or modify my body. My clothes were only there to make me disappear. My dad was firmly anti bodmods.
But this is my body, not my dad’s. He doesn’t have the experience of not recogizing himself in the mirror for 18 years. He doesn’t engrave his memories on his skin. He didn’t have to fight for years to be himself, to be recognized as himself.
This is your body, so make yourself at home.
Cyborg is kind, Cyborg is trans, Cyborg is cripplepunk, Cyborg is the version of yourself that is not how everyone expected you to grow up
It is full of your mistakes and humanity and disabilities and sexuality and invention and relationships and traumas
We never stop mutating.
Calvin Arium, Tumblr post, 2021