CUTYOURTEETH is a bunch of things you care about, and also nothing you care about. Maybe.
That’s the beauty of independent thought. Categories that don’t feel like categories. Putting genres on the chopping block and watching them weep like Anne Boleyn on the worst day of her life.
This publication is the answer to no one’s front-of-mind questions. Not really. But it might intrigue the parts of you that are curious, explorative, and a little too embroiled in your passions for your own good. (Keep doing that)
It’s a type of hybridized storytelling that’s allergic to convention while also being hypocritical about it. Because we can’t participate in critique or observation if we don’t participate in the act we’re criticizing, consciously or unconsciously. Maybe. I’m no psychologist, but that sounds about right.
Logistics? Genres? There are none. Been there, tried that, didn’t work. Next.
That being said…
If I had to try and simplify the unsimplifiable, I’d say this publication’s essays are part literature, part critique, and part daily unhinged explorations into the mind of the writer behind this very summary (hello, I’m Taylor, nice to meet you) who is determined to make her journey of self-creation everyone else’s fucking problem.
What that means in clear terms is I’m writing daily stream-of-consciousness (I call them thoughtstreams) articles on everything from personal culture and identity, to expression and taste, to palate curation and individual zeitgeist, to creative integrity and owning your point of view, to whatever else. Expand or contract however you’d like; this place shapes and grows like an amoeba.
My vision for this place is, actually, massive.
I’m not embarrassed by big dreams.
Won’t give you the sob story, or the gory details—maybe in a future letter?—but if you’re the type of multi-hyphenate artist who’s looking for the one corner of the internet where daily thoughts on these things (and more) sucker-punch your inbox…
You’re welcome.
In advance.
— Taylor Barnes.
