Sometimes I really wish that it was cripplecore or cripple-other-suffix because SO MANY PEOPLE are getting confused by the "punk" part in cripplepunk
Battlejackets and mohawks and spiked collars with the cuffs, it doesn't mean anything. It's just windowdressing.
You're a cripple and you're a punk. And that's cool. But you can wear business suits 24/7, or only white knee length flowy dresses, or dungarees and nothing else, and still be cripplepunk. As much as anyone else in a battlejacket and studs.
The thing that makes you cripplepunk is your crippled body, regardless of what you dress in.
It doesn't matter if you're into strictly runway fashion only, or you're in a pair of jeans you haven't taken off in 6 months, a step is still going to stop you getting into a place if you're in a wheelchair.
Websites still won't accomodate your sight loss, even if you and your service dog have matching dyed hair.
Medical professionals aren't going to believe you about the amount of pain you're in regardless of what you wear (yeah, that 'dressed like a professional at the doctor's office' thing wears off fast if you keep going back there)
Cripplepunk didn't need to be carved out of the disabled community because it looked and sounded cool.
We were being talked over, online and in our real lives, expected to be quiet and pleasant.
We needed a space, so Ty DIY'd one for themselves, and for all of us.
Worried about not looking punk enough for cripplepunk?
Can't make that intricate battlejacket because you haven't got the energy or dexterity or steady hands or means?
Can't afford a pack of studs and a tool off eBay to stud your own clothes?
Can't make your own but can't afford store-bought?
Live unashamed of your disability, live in plain sight with your disability, be angry and loud and rude and disabled because we don't need to be palatable to the physically abled.
Cripplepunk is not about being seen as punk, it's about being seen as a cripple.