Feature Bitch: Tragik

I was first introduced to this talented as FUCK chick Tragik in 2010 when I stumbled across this awesome photo of a girl upside down. I've since followed her progression closely. Trust me, I didn't want to miss a thing. Then, when Kreayshawn came out with "Gucci Gucci", I saw the LA culture begin a low rumble of buzz throughout the fashion and music world. The underground spotlight found a resting place on the unapologetic, brash, FUCK YOU, type persona of the LA image. No one embodies and exemplifies this more than Tragik.

Tragik is an LA photographer (no, she's not Canadian.... but the hat was so sick I had to post this photo) and music artist. While I dig her music (you need an open mind to appreciate it, this aint no trap music or reggae fuckery) her photography OWNS my heart. If you know me well enough, or even if you've only seen me you know I have a thing for the west coast. Her work is remarkable. Art from the heart. Her photos feature her beautiful and stylish homies and her wicked whip mostly, but the composure of these pictures... smh. I'm almost at a loss for words. I want to let her work speak for itself:

This girl has something. No one chick should have all that talent! Take a look at HER WEBSITE or HER TUMBLR for more awesomeness.

The Articulate Bitch

Camo: Resurrection

Who remembers when camouflage was first cool? Bro, I know they say style comes in cycles but I never really thought camo would make a comeback.

It started with the classic camo cargo shorts. Every little hipster kid snatched up a pair or 10 of these joints after Wiz Khalifa said they go with everything he wanna wear. Fine. I can dig it. Camo shorts have become a summer staple now. And oddly enough, they really do go with everything. I don't know exactly HOW or WHY, but... well... they DO! The best (or maybe worst) part about camo shorts is that anyone can wear them regardless of their personal style. From grown and sexy swag like Jay Z to casual couture like Pharrell Williams to young hipster favourites like Lil Wayne (and the rest of young money for that matter) and Wiz Khalifa.

Camo has diversified quite a bit since butt fucking the world one hipster at time. Now we see it everywhere, not just shorts. And while I got over the whole camo cargo thing pretty quickly (yes, I own a pair too... I only EVER wear them with sneakers... they look ridiculous any other way) I'm actually loving the other camouflage options there are now. Now we have more than just the regular jungle camo we're accustomed to.

I love the other camo clothing that is available now, jackets and pants especially. I swear I haven't been so in love with an article of clothing as when I bought my desert storm jacket:

Seriously... I'm wearing it as I write this post.

I'll be the first to admit, I don't know much about the different patters and the names of them. But I'm still definitely a fan of the camo movement. Being that I do my best to cater to the ladies, I'm gonna show y'all a couple really easy and swagged out ways to rock the camo without looking like a hypebeast bitch from Queen West who's only wearing camo 'cause she's a fan of the Weeknd (s/o to XO doe.... dems my mans).

I'm always a fan of Rih Rih's style. Camo jackets are a super cute way to de-whore a pair of super short denim shorts. It looks best I think with distressed denim like hers above, with a casual wash, perhaps a couple rips and tears to add some grunge swag (btw that's the summer swag... if you don't believe me, just wait). 

Styled by/Courtesy: Meagan Wilson (instagram: shegotgame)

Camo also pairs up nicely with other army-esque clothing and accessories. My Fav Picks for camo accessories:

1. Aviator style shades: whether vintage or new, gold or silver frame, dark, light or gradient lenses, these go perfectly with ANY camo clothing you rock.

2. Boots: I love combat boots in any capacity, but with camo they seem to find a happy home. I love Doc Marten's in any color, but be sure to tie in the colour of your boots with another accessory (for example: deep purple Doc's with purple nail polish, lipstick or perhaps a bandana tied sweetly in a bow around your hair). I also love the look of vintage or distressed leather boots. I've spent 2 years beating up a pair of leather boots, they're very grungy, I'm in love. I also love the very tomboy hot girl look of baggy camouflage pants with Timberlands. That with a simple white cropped tee or a wife beater and those aviators... pffft. Hot.

3. Wood jewellery: everyone and their granny seems to be making beaded bracelets and shit. Well thankfully there's a way to wear these things without looking like a fruity fashion hypebeast. I'm a fan of Good Wood's newer pieces, which feature a range of pendants on wood necklaces and bracelets as well as super cute stud earrings. Some of them have army themes which pair well with camo.

4. Americana/Canadiana: flag-wear as I like to call it. Things like the denim button down shirt shown above, or flag shorts just look like they were MADE to be worn this way. I love it.

5. Rips/Tears/Holes: as if you've been through battle. I rock my desert storm jacket with ripped stockings, or ripped jeans with a few large holes to show a little skin. 

6. Vintage Tees/Tanks: Think classic old-school redneck truck driver swag. Aged, over sized tanks like the Harley Davidson one I saw in a thrift store the other day. The graphics on the shirt is key! Choose things like bald eagles, rock bands etc.

Camo style for females consists of adding the feminine aspect to this male oriented fashion trend. Think casual, but still sexy and girly.

I'm not a fashion blogger in any sense but, hey, there's my take on  one of my favourite trends. Add some camo to your wardrobe this summer.

The Articulate Bitch

Grown Men vs Real Niggaz

Pinky (my bestie/roomie) and I had an engaging conversation the other night in which we discussed the current state of mind men seem to have these days. The subject of "real niggaz" came up, and needless to say we each went off on a tangent.

Dudes who claim to be real niggaz have this cocky, arrogant, ignorant (not in the 2 Chainz, Cam'ron, Juicy J way) attitude about them. They justify anything they do by stating that they're a "real nigga". Sorry to burst your real nigga bubble, but that shit is not a valid response for everything. You didn't pay your child support and your fridge is empty but that's okay 'cause you're a real nigga. You're still selling dimes and twins outta your mom's basement and smoking your profit by that's okay, 'cause you're a real nigga.If being a real nigga means disregarding what's ACTUALLY real in favour of acting like a coon, then real niggaz are far more of you "real niggaz" than y'all would have us believe. 

Truth is, "real niggaz" (in the misconstrued sense) have an expiry date. Why? 'Cause they spend so much time doing shit to prove their "realness", they forget about the shit that matters. This is where grown men come into play. A grown man knows his priorities. And proving himself to other people is certainly not one of those. A grown man would rather live his life to his expectations and make himself happy within himself. 

The opinions of others only matter for so long. If you still find yourself explaining and justifying your actions perhaps you need to re-evaluate what is most important. I'm speaking to the fellas on this one. Seriously, get your shit together. No one is expecting you to be Mr. Fortune 500 at 25, but you should be at least working toward something of substance. Nickle and diming aint gonna cut it forever sweetie. Bitches fuck with "real niggaz" because they too, care about the opinions of others. Being with a "real nigga" impresses her friends and makes her feel... what's the word I'm looking for?.... Validated. A real bitch wants a grown man. A guy who handles his business with class and that sexy masculine grace that only grown men have.

Real niggaz... really? Time to grow up.

The Articulate Bitch

Baby Father Drama

I've said it time and time again; I do my best not to talk to baby fathers. I'm sorry. I'm sure that some of you are fabulous people. I'm sure some of you are good fathers who handle your responsibilities and do right by your children. That's great. All the power to you. But I'm not speaking on your fathering abilities. I'm talking about all the drama associated with you fellas.  I avoid men with children like the plague. Why? Because behind every baby father is a baby mother, and sad to say most of these women are irrational and unstable creatures. These are the girls who thought having his baby would keep him. They're mad as fuck. Their plan backfired and now he's checkin' for someone else. These girls can't stand even just the thought of the father of their child with someone other than them. Their 'happy family' plan a lot working the way they thought it would.  The sad part sometimes is that this poor guy is just trying to be a father to his kids. So as much as I don't blame him, I'm still not about to take the chance on him.  I'm just not into the drama. So, yes, baby fathers of the world need to know: your baby mother is the reason some girls won't talk to you.  My biggest problem is when these dudes KNOW they have a crazy baby mother and lie about it. And they DO lie about it. "Yo my baby moms knows what it is man," ... Yeah. Right. What "is it" exactly that she knows it is? Because she's still blingin' down your phone, texting you at all hours, being unnecessary and annoying. Explain this understanding y'all claim to have.  One particular dude I recall hitting me up on Facebook went so far as to DENY his daughter because I told him my "no baby father" policy. The same daughter in a million of his photos. The same photos people commented on saying how alike they look (and they really do). I had sex with this one dude a couple years ago. He was sweatin' me for almost 3 years before this, and to be honest I'm blaming the sex on the alcohol. There's no way I would have done it sober. Long story short, the sex was horrible. Pointless waste of time. The next morning I get up and check my Facebook, hella notifications since the pictures of the party we went to hit FB. I get an IM on FB Chat: "Yo, that picture of you and J____ ain't even cute sweetie. You need to take that down," my instant reaction is WHO THE FUCK IS THIS BITCH? Come to find out its ONE of his baby mothers. Yeah. The conversation continues with me doing a lot of LOL-ing and her rambling about him being her "BF" (remember when that used to mean boyfriend? *sigh*). Bottom line, I didn't take the pic down. So after this exchange of words, all this sorry mother fucker had to say was "what am I supposed to do?".  Not a word else. So me, being the person I am, said "awesome. I didn't think after 3 years of me telling you my theory on baby fathers, and 3 years of you rebutting my arguments, you would crumble so quickly. You're pathetic.  But thanks for proving me right." Not a word to or from him since. Thank you Lawd.  Even now I have a casual platonic relationship with a friend from high school, he has 2 baby mothers. One of which is cool the other is insane. I'm not looking forward to getting one of those texts or phone calls from her but I'm honestly expecting one. Smh. Am I buggin'? Tell me this type of thing doesn't happen to only me.  The Articulate Bitch

Classy Conduct

Class. It's like an aura of integrity. Some people just radiate this. It's natural. It's one of those things that just can't be faked or falsified. It's like a designer bag: you can pay less for a fake, but when you look closely inside you notice the flaws.  True class is flawless. It's the beauty of fine detail. I find too many females (specifically) have the word "class" confused. You know the girls I'm talking about. They flip their hair and knuckle dial (fake nail problems), snap their gum and look down their noses at every other chick. They never miss an opportunity to tell you they're classy.  Now, I wonder... How many of these girls know that class never has to be explained? If you have to be telling people that you're classy, you're so much better than next girl, chances are, you really aren't. True class is an unspoken integrity. People see it in you without you saying a word.  We all make judgements. That's normal. But acting superior based on judgement is the antithesis (add that to your mental dictionary... It means opposite) of class.  Simple fact is that no one is ever superior. We may behave better or worse than others, but we ourselves are no better or worse than anyone else.   I wish more females would stop this "I don't give a fuck.... I hate bitches.... She ain't shit....it's all about me" attitude. If you really don't give a fuck, the next bitch ain't even a factor. Her actions, her appearance, her behavior should never be able to coax a response out of you.  Everything should be about you, without having to degrade anyone else.   I'm not trying to tell any chick how to live. I want to give you perspective. I want girls to become women of class and integrity. I want girls to understand that it is not a constant competition with the chick beside her. You don't have to hate the females of the world.  Not all of them are out to get you.  The Articulate Bitch

Warning: Thirsty Girl Edition

... Why do bad things happen to thirsty girls? Toronto is one of those cities; we feel bigger than we are sometimes. Our ego here far surpasses our reality at times. I don't want to discourage anyone, Toronto is still awesome, but we aren't nearly as awesome as we portray ourselves to be most often.  What are we famous for? Drake... *rolls eyes*, the Weeknd, if anyone even recalls that he's from here, and of course: beautiful women. We've gained this reputation for having some of the most beautiful girls in the world. Thank our diverse cultural mosaic for that. Even celebrities come here expecting to see hot girls. It's no secret.  Now, I don't want what I'm going to discuss to be taken the wrong way (not that I care, it's just a little sensitive). It's not my intention to put anyone on blast, or to degrade anyone by calling them thirsty. I'm not calling anyone's character into question, I'm simply making an observation on their actions and decisions in specific circumstances.  That being said; why do bad things always seem to happen to thirsty girls? Celebrity males far and wide dread the same thing, getting caught in a fucked up situation with some girl they just randomly met after a show on tour in a new city. They keep their entourage close at all times just to have more eyes on the situation. They clarify EVERYTHING (or they should) before they do it. They don't want intentions to be misinterpreted, and they certainly don't want to misinterpret the girl's either.  The problem is when dudes, be they celebrity or average already have bad intentions and thirsty girls stop using the working side of their brain. Situations arise that can be simply embarrassing, mildly inconvenient or downright dangerous.  I've heard stories of girls getting stranded somewhere just because they went to check some dude. No way home and in an unfamiliar place. Losing. Worse yet I've heard of girls being humiliated by a dude or dudes in some not very nice ways (one chick got kicked out of a hotel room without her clothes. I kid you not). Then there are the downright dangerous, those situations where a girl loses her consciousness, her things and/or her life. These things DO happen. And it's not funny, it's not a joke and it shouldn't EVER be taken lightly. Girls get drugged, fucked, robbed and left (I have a personal vendetta against the word 'rape'. It makes me uncomfortable. I hate it).  I know. You wanna get around some guys with money and fame or maybe just a cute guy you wanna get to know for WHATEVER reason.  But at no time should your thirst overrule your safety.  THINK! "I don't know this guy, I don't know what he's about, I know NOTHING about him," you should be taking precautions.  Without naming names, I've done the "going to check a 'celebrity' at his hotel" thing. For one, I never ever ever go without bringing a friend with me. And not just any air head friend who's gonna leave me at the drop of a hat to fuck someone I the entourage.  I mean a level headed friend who can handle her alcohol and drugs (chill, I'm talking weed and MDMA at the most extreme) and won't leave me unless she and I both agree and understand that I'm safe and have a way home GUARANTEED.  I dunno where these females' friends are when these things are occurring but they all need to reevaluate their friendship. That's madness.  The moral of the story is to monitor your thirst. Don't let it get the best of you. Shit happens. Bad shit. In general it's just not a good idea to be in a private setting with a dude you don't know. Worst case scenario it's just dick you're missing. *shrug* The Articulate Bitch

Directions on the Box

... I've thought and thought about this topic. How I would address it correctly without hurting feelings and so on. But I realized that if I sugar coated it, it wouldn't be as beneficial. And I'm all about being beneficial.  So there was this guy, right? Talkin to him for a while (txting back and forth) and dude is forever speaking on how good his tongue game is. I mean homie was tooting his own horn at every given opportunity. So finally after about a month and a half into it, I decide to test drive his face.  The only way to describe what he was doing accurately is to type this: -_____-. Honestly I was so bored. I remember laying there thinking about all types of other shit while he hummed and moaned into my cooka like he was putting in work. To the point I stopped him at one point on some 'pretending it was too good' shit.  So that was round one. Home boy starts going back in for the kill and I'm thinking, "oh gawd no! My poor cookie," and start cursing myself for getting myself in this situation. So you know what I did? I took it upon myself to coach this misguided, pussy eating, soul to the promise land of excellent box eating technique.  I'm talking specific instructions. " okay, lick this, suck this, rub this, more tongue etc." I'm all about the education. So by the end of round two, my legs are shaking, and I have him in a leg lock. Why? Because now he's doing all the right things and getting the job done.  Dudes, please. For the love of a throbbing clitoris, stop thinking you know it all when it comes to eating pussy. Every pussy is not the same, every girl does not like the same things. I love getting my clit sucked and my best friend says she hates it. I gasp and find it ridiculous but it's her cooka.  Take some instruction! Listen to the chick, follow body language. It sounds so corny but I promise the results are worth it.  You can't just be slobbin all over the place, tongue and lips just carelessly doin' shit down there.  And fellas stop suckin' so super hard! It's attached to me! Further more I have more nerve endings in my clitoris that you do in your penis. That shit hurts!!! (and stop this ramming the fingers in and out shit. You wont find the g spot that way, and you're not doing shit pretending your fingers are achieving the same thing a dick would) And pace yourself. There's no rush! I guarantee you'll get better results taking your time to build up to an orgasm than trying to fabricate one in 2 minutes. Slow, strong, confident head that leads up to that inevitable "I'm gonna cum," is what we're looking for.   You are a dude. You don't know it all when it comes to pleasing a woman. You're not one. And ladies, they aren't mind readers! You can't be afraid to open your mouth to tell him how you want it. He already has his face between your legs, clearly he doesn't mind pleasing you, so show and tell him how to do so.  Let's have better sex, shall we? The Articulate Bitch

Letters From Singledom

Greetings from Singledom. It's already new years and I began to ponder what another year in Singledom would bring for ya girl. There are plenty of ways to handle extended bout of time without steady sex and passionate arguments. Now some of these are from personal experience and others are ones that I have witnessed. You will be able to identify someone you know somewhere on this list. It may not be to the extreme I state.... But, well, this is no fun unless it's dramatic. Leggo.

1. The "he ain't shit! I want vengeance!" bitch: self explanatory. She's out to get this dude. She gone do all kinds of reckless, irresponsible, potentially irreversible and overall annoying shit too. This bitch is about to get creative and do some shit you ain't never heard of.  I've done this to a lower degree of crazy. Maybe a level one vengeance. Minor shit like flirting with his best friend. A crazier chick woulda straight fucked him. I'm just saying.

2. The "man, niggaz ain't shit" bitch: okay, so homeboy fucked up majorly and now every man on this planet must suffer the wrath of yet another woman scorned. You ask for her number she chews ur head off. Flirting with her, even innocently is grounds for a neck rolling, finger snapping barrage of bitter bullshit you really didn't sign up for. This bitch is actually so miserable she prevents OTHER PEOPLE from enjoying relationships of any sort. She's now (all of a sudden) an expert on why YOUR shit ain't gone work. All of a sudden shes doctor fucking Phil. I've had one of these friends. Even with dudes I was just fucking she always had a comment on their behavior. Regardless of how many times I told her " it doesn't matter. We're just fucking. I don't care." she would always say some negative bullshit. "well all he's gonna do is fuck you til you're feeling him then drop you. " little did she know. Smh. Cock blocking ass hoe. Fellas know this girl as the bitter-cock-blocking friend. They can never have a smooth route to any of her friends' pussy because she is literally the troll under the fucking bridge. Dudes end up having to find a friend to take one for the team when she's around. Smh.

3. The Lonely Girl: most girls who are like this have never really been without a boyfriend. They've either always bounced from dude to dude or they've been in a long term relationship for a hot minute. Either way, this poor girl hates being alone and won't let anyone forget it. See, whereas some girls only get Lonely Girl Syndrome right after a break up, this girl has stage 5 LGS and will never be cured until she finds a new man. This is that girl who tweets shit like live song lyrics and break up music. This chick is forever changing her bbm status to include broken hearts and her pic to something stupid like one of those heinous tumblr pics with Wiz Khalifa quoting some sort of relationship doctrine. Bullshit.

4. The Newly Out Lesbian/Bi-sexual: these females are the scum beneath my shoe. They have a bad experience, a bad break up, a traumatic encounter, or WHATEVER, wake up the next morning, see a few attractive females on their social networking and decide "fuck niggaz, I like pussy now." I don't even know what else to say about these girls beyond how stupid they are for thinking that being homosexual is a choice. Nicki Minaj got these hoes feeling adventurous. I banged girls because I like doing so. It wasn't an experiment, it was deliberate and intentional. I didn't do it to scorn the male species (I still prefer them actually) I did it because the chick was cute and i wanted to see her naked and do bad things. Period. Girls need to let go of the fake gay shit. It's so tired and ur not fooling anybody.... Especially if you won't eat pussy.

5. The Forever Alone Girl: I promised. Myself I would t post that horrible face from tumblr for this although I really wanted to. This particular girl is the most depressing. All she does is simp and whine about how alone she is and how she'll never find a man who will love her and blaaaaaah blaaaah blaaaaah. Shutthefuckup *juicy j vc*. First of all, most people run out of sympathy for this girl real quick. After a while her complaints become tiresome. No one wants to hear it because ol' girl has been complaining about the same thing since 19 how long.  And so long as she's complaining she will be single. The concept of which she just can't comprehend, which is why she's still single.
Bottom line for any of these females, you have to let the fuck go. No man is gonna deal with you holding grudges against him for something the last dude did. You put yourself on a fat track to having the next dude stop fucking with you early in the game. Think about it.

The Articulate Bitch

Kush Talk

I'm annoyed. It's been a strange day to say the least.

But I just hit the bong and decided to see where the high will take me. Right now I can only think about perception vs reality. How people can see something, know nothing about it and pass definitive judgement on it.

Every one of us has heard that we shouldn't judge a book by its cover. That things are not always what they seem. Yet everyday we pass judgement on people we dont know. We know better, of course, but we do it anyway. Why? Because regardless of how wrong it is for us to pass such judgements, past experience has showed us the most people are not he exception, they are the rule.
That girl with the fake ass and really big purse in the club, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder with her French manicured fake nails is probably a stripper.  Just like the chick with the dark skin tone and the platinum blonde lace front and the gold tooth is probably ratchet. The dude in the back booth boppin' his head but not moving, dressed like young jeezy circa 2004, and staying out of the pictures is probably on charges.

 Is it wrong to assume? Absolutely. But it's just like George Clooney's character in Up in the Air said "stereotypes are faster." it's a time saver. I don't like thugs or jail birds. So I'm not gonna talk to the dude wearing gold grills (no diamonds) and locs (shades) with a fitted over some need-to-do braids calling me "ma".  And he probably has an insane baby mother somewhere who can't get ahold of his drug money but is on his ass to pay child support. (seriously I dunno how girls can take these guys seriously. Never me. Not ever. No no noooo).

Having a preconceived notion is one thing, but in all fairness we as grown folks need to still be able to give people the benefit of the doubt. Give people a chance to prove that they are the exception. If it turns out our assumptions are correct we lose nothing. But if we allow our assumptions to rule us we limit ourselves greatly.

The Articulate Bitch

Feature Bitch of The Month

If you're reading this, first of all....

THANK YOU!

Thank you for finding my new place in the world. I'm Jamz (if you don't already know me), The Articulate Bitch. If you're from Toronto you may know me from a few different places:

If you're real old school you know me from my Brampton High School days when I was a dancer (no, not stripper....DANCER).

If you're a little more recent, you'll know me from Wet Pussy Shots and Seafood (WPSSF) fame.

And if you're like me and love a good party, you know me from my couch jumping, Hennessy drinking, spliff smoking, trap music loving antics at Wetbar (S/O to COCO! @HurricaneCoco) every thursday, and my sunday nights at Time with my Stacies (pictured bleow).

Very simply put: welcome to my world. Toronto is my lady, I treat her well. And I like to make sure people who visit my lady get to see just how amazing a beautiful my bitch really is.

I've got a way with words, and I can't wait to share them with you. This game of hide & seek is over....

You found me.

The Articulate Bitch