One of the stranger phenomenon I’ve observed is how transphobic some people who declare themselves “cyberpunk” can be.
You’d think for a genre that’s got such concepts as body swapping, cortical stacks, human minds being put into everything from space-whales to nanite swarms, malevolent intelligence emerging from machines and declaring themselves a man or woman or neither, and countless other things, they’d be a little more open to me calling myself Serena despite some fuzz if I don’t shave for a day or two.
Seriously, Cyberpunk has a really fucking big theme about bodies =/= people, something that so deeply permeates the genre. Every time you see some wacky cyborg who can change bodies, from Ghost in the Shell to Eclipse Phase to Altered Carbon, it’s just confirmation that Body does Not Mean Person, and that the two are entirely separate concepts.
Of course, maybe it’s just because they like Katanas, leather jackets, and cybernetics, and don’t actually care about the basis of the genre they claim to love. That’s always a possibility.
"I had a bad childhood"
says too much
sounds sad
people will assume things
"I come with lore"
makes you sound like a character
is cooler
people will be so distracted by the wording that they won't see how badly you've been doing
Don't do it
You discover that you're an almost exact replica of another person and have only existed for the last six months. One year ago, the original person died, and the family decided to use DNA and AI technology to create you: a physically identical body to the deceased with their memories downloaded into your head. You were never meant to find out that you're not a true human and your only real memories are of the past half a year. The government long ago banned this type of tech. If anyone finds out you exist, you'll be exterminated. Concealing the truth becomes a lot harder when you discover that your significant other is secretly part of a government agency that deals with regulating (i.e. getting rid of) outlawed, advanced tech.
- Lynn
i know gays joke about the intimacy of hand touching and eye contact and whatever all the time and i love those jokes dearly but i think we’re all obsessed with these small barely visible gestures of love & closeness because bigger gestures ultimately make us targets for homophobia…like we want stories where gays gently touch hands at the train station or gaze at each other longingly or hug just a little too long etc because they reflect our real life experiences & usually those are the only kinds of public transgressions gay people are able to safely engage in. and sometimes not even that. sometimes a glance is enough to make you a target. sometimes you walk into a room and you’re a target. you know what i mean. gay intimacy is relegated to these infinitesimal moments because it is not allowed to exist otherwise. anyways im in a mood
i think the sexiest thing about me is that sometimes i read about identities i don't understand and instead of assuming they're fake i go "cool, none of my business" then respect those identities
I wonder if work just.. got harder in the 2000s, comparatively.
i have an image i made last night while Not Sober that’s technically accurate but it mentions 9/11 so i will show it to you but you’re not allowed to get mad at me if you think it’s insensitive for mentioning 9/11
3-12-2019, “… the clueless friend.”
Me when the temperature drops a tiny bit
A place for thoughts no one cares about yet I still feel like sharing oh, and I like cute things.
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