‘You Russian $hit for Brain’: My Month in Jail as an Immigrant

Something I will never forget: Me, in the back of an immigration van, handcuffed to two young Chinese girls who are crying at the top of their lungs, scared even more than I am. No English.

A Totally Different Way to Look at ‘Snowflakes’

Americans are subjected to tremendous abuse via corporate-driven emotional deprivation.

Love & Automation: The Creepy Touch of a Mechanical Mother

Love is usually left out of the conversations about technology and automation – and it shouldn’t be.

Branding and Algorithms: Raging Against the Format

What kind of music do you play? What race are you? Who did you vote for?

How We Became Rapists: A Mystery

I love you, my boy, and I will pray very hard for you to find your way and learn patience in the kindest way. Let the heat of my tears awaken your memory. You are still free, my boy… 

Lovers, Missionaries and Technology: A Story of a Passionate Little Boy

Listen, baby. I’ve built a castle for you. I want you to love my castle, and I want you to love me for building it.

Brief History of Our Civilization: ‘Buying the Ticket’ to Unlock the Right to Sexuality

Result: A society where people have to metaphorically buy the ticket to unlock their own sexuality (take that, gamification marketers!)

I am an Outsider: A Story of Freedom

You are born, like a song of uttermost beauty – and then the people who have been traumatized before you, try to shame you out of remembering your song. Most of them are not bad human beings, they simply forgot, and they want you to be an important practical goose, for your own good.

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Corporate Gangbang: An American Experience

Stifling. Stifling, my corporate masters are. I ask for oxygen, and they give me a box of pretend oxygen, wrapped in colored paper, with a ribbon. A happy ribbon. A million smiley faces. Stop being so dramatic, Tessa, they say. Be grateful for the fucking ribbon. I...

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How We Became Rapists: A Mystery

I love you, my boy, and I will pray very hard for you to find your way and learn patience in the kindest way. Let the heat of my tears awaken your memory. You are still free, my boy… 

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Tessa is a strongly opinionated singer, writer and philosopher living in New York. She fronts Tessa Makes Love. Robots are on her shit list, and this blog is about not taking shit from the machine.