Making Out in Public – Good or Bad?
Every time I make out in public in America, I feel like I am in Victorian England.
Fever
It’s 7.30 in the morning and I am trapped inside an office cubicle, across the wall from the majestic American corporate skyline.
A Story of a Song
“I Miss You.” I wrote it many years ago and somehow, it still has its own place in my heart. I was so excited about the guy! He was my perfect type. While being my perfect type, he was hurting me. He was arrogant. He was unfaithful. He was lecturing me on being square because I objected to him kissing other girls (in front of me, none the less). I remember thinking, “One day, he will understand. One day, one day, he will appreciate me and understand.”
And then I lost interest.
And then he died. Drugs.
I fully and completely forgave him. I wish him peace somewhere away from me.
Domestic Abuse (My Real Story)
When I was growing up, every day was a holiday. All things dark lived on the other side of the galaxy. Stupid things clearly were happening to stupid people who didn’t know better, to people who were less informed, to people who weren’t me. My life was an official walk to the bright future. I was an invincible sunny kid bringing home straight A’s, studying classical piano and Tibetan language, speaking at international conferences, hanging out with the rebels and playing in a band. I was dreaming big, problems were not problems. I was on the forefront of everything, and the world was mine.
Then I came to America.
Warm Cow of Jazz
I'd rather be a warm cow Who floats in milk - In creamy white milk - And not feel this loneliness, Crispy loneliness That likes me too much To leave me. My new life Is wearing glasses - Again. I could not escape Running away Here and there - So be it. Oh God, why you...
A Letter of Heartbreak
Last week, you were my baby. You are now some dude. I can stop talking to you in my head.
Tessa is a strongly opinionated singer and musician living in New York. Her background is in classical piano, linguistics, computers, ethnomusicology, and Tibetan studies. She fronts Tessa Makes Love.
Robots are on her shit list, and this blog is about not taking shit from the machine.
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