New Music: 404 Shawty

I did a post about some new music coming out of Atlanta a while ago called Georgia Boys to give y'all a taste of the music that will soon be taking over our airwaves and consuming our minds with infectious hooks and quotables upon quotables. I didn't, however get to share my favourite find from the A.

I'm always skeptical when it comes to new female music talent. Reason being, nine times out of ten it's nothing you even wanna bother to take past the first listen. Then on top of all that it's always on some super sap shit, some damsel in distress shit or some my boyfriend is this or that shit. zzzZZZzzzz....

I got tired of being bored and along came exactly what I was looking for. Actual talent without all the simpin'.

Check Out ---> Suite 404 - Miloh Smith

I'm kinda in love with her voice. Super easy on the ears, no annoying, high pitched, pop rap garbage. More mellow, almost Floetry-esque flow. Very stoner-worthy. Honestly, anyone who can sing about riding around with a gun so beautifully deserves my love. Guys and ladies alike will enjoy this project.

My fav tracks are Ounces, Burner On My Side, French and February 29th. The interlude is fucking beautiful too.

I'm willing to bet you'll like this so click HERE to download this dopeness.

The Articulate Bitch

2012: The Recap

My 2012 was the best and worst year of my life in so many ways. I like to get a little personal sometimes so here's a little bit of what made 2012 so memorable for me.... the good, the bad, and the ugly.

For one, on my 23rd birthday (October 12th 2011) I decided that if 2012 was going to be the last year on earth (which is obviously rubbish) I would enjoy every moment of my Jordan year, throwing caution to the wind and embrace irresponsibility in the name of savouring my "last moments". I spent every weekend at the same couple clubs building my network within the club industry with a few old faces and welcoming some new faces into my circle. Loved it despite so much hate. Quick shoutout to my club fam: Matt Mogul, Brooklyn, DJ Kicks, DJ Lissa Monet, DJ Whiteboy, Coco, Rich & the Wetbar family, the Time Nightclub family (Jack, Sarah, Mickey), Nammy Montana (LOVE YOU), the Scotians and the XO/CP Family.

I also experienced something for the first time in losing my ex (RIP R "F" J) which prompted the move from WPSSF to the creation of my solo project; The Articulate Bitch. I gotta say thank you to everyone who supported the move and my readers who made the move with me. I was worried for a while but it worked out wonderfully and I saw the numbers rise consistently since the conception of TAB. I got so much love and for that I am ever so grateful. I'm only here because of my readers, y'all don't even know how much I appreciate y'all.

I was blessed with the opportunity to do some work for dramaliketheDJ.com (granted it was gossip-ish but STILL). Had to be the best part of my summer, hands down. Getting to be on set for the My Moment video was definitely the highlight of the entire Caribana weekend. I haven't even deleted all the pictures yet lol. Oh, and I smoked a Newport with ASAP Yams (shameless statement, I know). Shout out Summer Walker (my Summajam) and Drama, they good peoples for real.

I wrote a post about long distance relationships in July. In all honesty, it was meant to be the summation of all the thoughts that had been consuming my mind for a while. I had been attempting relationships with a couple people by this time, all of which had failed. So I had a long talk with my mother, in which she shared with me why her long distance marriage had been so successful. My father had also just got married to a (very nice) woman who lives in Jamaica. So here I was surrounded by proof that long distance relationships can and do work. So I began wondering if the same could/would work for myself. I had already said I didn't care to date anyone in Toronto (sorry). Long story short, the law of attraction definitely works because soon after I wrote that post I was lucky enough to get the chance to find out for myself. He's dope, I adore him, shout out my king... blah blah blah lol.

That was the good. Here comes the bad.

In the "bad" category, my irresponsible party lifestyle put more than a dent in my financial life. All those cabs and food after the club and hangover remedies for the days I slipped up and drank the devil's piss (vodka) added up to my bank account crying for some restraint by the time denim jacket weather rolled around. Had I not had so much fucking fun, I would have said it wasn't worth it.

In the world of twitter it was the regular shit. Survived getting roasted twice, managed to abide by the first rule of twitter (don't react) when it came to the subtweets (and there were PLENTY) and even tolerated all the fugayzi Drake video recruitment spam. I also got a fantastic tweet threat which I will cherish til my dying days.

I went through more than a few boy dramas this year as well. Had one dude actually get real close to an actual commitment until he decided to let me know about his girlfriend (thanks again). Another dude thought he was the perfect dude for me since he was so laid back and nonchalant, little did he know, that wasn't at all what I was looking for. He's still a cool dude though. Had my last encounter with a light skin dude (see Louis Belt No Bus Fare) and discovered that I really didn't care at all for the fair skinned fellas at all. Confirmed why I made the decision not to fuck with baby fathers and even had to deal with a stage 5 clinger... who I haven't been able to get rid of yet.

In the females and friends department, I made a real effort to allow more pussy owning humans into my circle to no avail. Truth is, maybe I'm just not meant to have many females friends. Especially if they're going to stick their nose where it isn't welcome, if they're going to be fugayzi about things, if they're going to be petty about shit, or if they insist on being cool with people I obviously have problems with. That shit is dead. Ain't nobody got time fo' dat.

The ugly is a short list, but so relevant all the same.

The ugly of this year was more about shit I observed that I found to be repulsive. With the popularity of more high end brands and labels reaching new heights, so too did the frequency in fugayzi clothes and accessories. Exposing people isn't my style so obviously I won't go into too much detail but I will say this: a lot of these designer boys ain't worth the shoes they walked in on. Shout out to Dundas and Spadina for hooking so many of these niggaz up with that real real fugaga thang.

Vodka has to be on my list of the ugly for the simple fact that I turn into a drunken, uncontrollable, awesome mess. Every time I took even a half shot of vodka in a night, the result was a colossal failure. The night of Headliners, so many people got bottles of vodka late in the night I swear I helped about 4 people finish their bottle by the end of the night. When all was said and done, I puked so much I was vomiting breast milk. No country for vodka in 2013.



Not a whole lot changed this year for me besides my perspective on many things. I also changed my priorities, switching my focus more toward my future and long terms goals. I'm not one to make new year's resolutions, because I honestly believe resolutions should be made as the moment arises. I've been making resolutions all year long, as I learned more about myself, the world around me and the people I associate with.

We've come to the end of another year folks. The world didn't end and we're all still here. So what will make 2013 the defining year for you? I would tell you my plans, but you know me... I'd rather show you.

Much love to all my readers and followers, I adore y'all so much! Best wishes to all of you for the new year! Kisses to my misses and daps for my niggaz. See y'all next year.

The Articulate Bitch

Daddy Issues

Daddy Issues

I feel like I should begin by telling y'all not to judge but if you haven't figured out that this blog isn't the place for that shit by now... Maybe you need to direct yourself to media take out.

Promiscuity and callousness clearly aren't new phenomena. For years people (men mostly because thy dictate the double standard, thanks so much guys) have passed judgement on promiscuous females or heartless women. The main diagnosis for these ailments of the female psyche? "Daddy Issues".

I'm gonna speak on this from my personal experience. I'm not going to attempt to place these conclusions in every female.

What exactly are "daddy issues" and why are they such a detrimental part of a girl's life? Well, daddy issues can be witnessed through the dynamic of the relationship between daughter and father. Our fathers are our first examples of men. Little girls love their daddies. Daddy issues range in severity and type. Some women have grown up completely lacking a father figure, some grew up with a bad example of a man, and some grew up with a ghost of a man who just did the bare minimum but was never truly present.

Father figures are a vital part of life. They provide the guideline for what a real man is supposed to be. They teach their sons how to be men and teach their daughters what type of man is worthy of her. They are placed on a pedestal and looked to for guidance and security. When these father figures are absent or inadequate, the result is a daddy issue.

In regards to promiscuous females or HOES as we call them, having daddy issues creates a void. This subconscious need to feel loved, wanted, needed, appreciated by a man. So these females jump from one dick to the next seeking carnal male attention at all costs in hopes of finding the missing part of them. Validation. Men often have no idea how much the things they say and do affect us as women. A girl grows up with daddy issues it's either she's seeking the father she never had or replacing the excuse for a man she did have as a father. Sex is physical, yes, but in those moments however physical in nature, there's a need being filled. Now she is being needed by him, he wants her, she damn near feels loved. Is it backward? Yeah, probably but it's reality. Will hoes admit it? Nope. Probably not.

Heartless females are very similar in their actions but their INTENTIONS are very different. Theses females have been hurt deeply, and rather than seek the replacement or man to fill the void, they seek only instant gratification from punishing the male species by means of meaningless sexual encounters. You may be lost but allow me to explain. Shorty has her daddy issues, her motivation is not sadness or inadequacy, it's rage and vengeance. She wants men to feel as she does. She seeks to hurt them by inflicting the same pain she feels, on them. She takes complete control of her sexuality, which would be liberating and empowering if it wasn't for the fact she is just covering up her issues.

Daddy issues don't ever end at fathers. More often than not they are prolonged and often made worse by other men. Men females choose subconsciously believing they are better than the father who hurt them, when many times they are the exact same. So what happens? These girls get hurt again, and again and again. They become bitter, often times they lose their self esteem, they settle for the bottom of the barrel believing that is all they deserve.

It's pretty terrible. I have daddy issues my damn self. My father was a great father, but not the best example of a man. Multiple women, disrespectful behavior, and a self righteous attitude. I started out with the emotional vulnerability of the promiscuous female, seeking a better example of a man to have in my life. After a few heartbreaks, I became the heartless female. I treated dudes like the bitches they spoke so degradingly about. I punished the emotions of men and made them feel as small and insignificant as men had made me and PLENTY of other women feel. I flipped the double standard and reclaimed myself for myself. However, in the process, I desensitized myself, put my guards up and became brutally honest and blunt, sparing no feelings in the way. I rolled over niggaz like a bulldozer and never once looked back with even an ounce of regret or remorse. They never did when it was me so I owed them no kindness. I was shockingly successful. It was so satisfying.

That kind of female I had become began to scare me. She felt nothing. I depressed myself because I was unable to love, therefore unable to be loved in return. Luckily for me I could see the errors of my ways before my body count got too high and my emotions went completely numb. I pulled myself out of that hole pause. I had so much rage in me. I was so angry. My life began to reflect that and to me it was unacceptable.

Now, I'm a very different person. I'm not attempting to punish anyone, though I still come across heartless at times I've learned to tailor my love to suit only the person who is the object of my affection. Heartlessness became selectiveness. So far so good but I still have those heartless tendencies that make people think I'm "acting like a nigga".

Point is this: as a woman you can't go through life blaming men for everything. Yes they do fucked up shit, all the time. Yes they hurt us, but not forgiving them and MOVING ON hurts only US. We lose the ability to love purely the way we are supposed to. Bitterness, sadness, rage, depression... Let all of it go. Forgive those who have hurt you and forgive yourself for holding onto it for so long.

Live and love.

The Articulate Bitch

My Name is Molly

By now you've heard of this lovely lady Molly. She's the party queen anywhere you find her, and she's got a strong hold on the music industry as well. I've dabbled with shorty before so I thought who better to interview on this shit than the world's newest, most popular party girl?

TAB: Long time no, see. When did I last see you?

M: about a month ago at that hotel party. You had little faith in me that night until I rocked you.

TAB: Ah, yes. Fond memories. So, since we first met caribana 2011 you've been a busy girl. Why do you think you're so popular?

M: probably because I quit being so hard to find. After a certain point I was so available to certain people I became an everyday thing for them. Parties are still the most fun though!

TAB: Parties ARE the most fun. For those who don't know you or haven't partied with you, explain the experience.

M: I'm basically the life of the party. I'm gonna start slow and take my time to let you feel me then once you start rolling it's non-stop experience after experience. I make your eyes wide, your heart race. When you're rolling with me music is better the environment is amazing and you can drink like a fish. With me, fun and enjoyment is pure. I remove your anxiety and replace it with euphoria.

TAB: You do a lot for a person's confidence too, though. People have whole new personalities when they roll with you.

M: that's the best part I think. With me you're friendly, talkative, innocent and honest. I let people be themselves at their most social best.

TAB: I have great memories of our... Ahem.... Private encounters, too.

M: I remember them all, believe me. I bring out the energizer bunny in someone. Hours feel like minutes and every stroke, every lick, ever touch feels like its plugged into surround sound on your body. The buzz is amazing. I must admit though, as good as I feel, too much of me at a time makes it hard for dudes to get hard with me. Even just rolling with me makes it hard to nut if you're a guy. Ladies though...

TAB: How much is too much? Can I die rolling with you?

M: I'm an intense bitch. Too much of anything isn't good, but people have doubled or tripled or more on me and haven't had anything terrible happen. I'm a realistic bitch, common sense is everything with me.

TAB: But Molly, sometimes you're a dirty bitch and make a person feel like shit. The fuck is that about?

M: I have bad days too! When I'm dirty it's just because I've been treated bad. Some people don't take care of me, got me chillin' around harder shit that can contaminate me. It's not cool. I hate being dirty, people spend more time feeling paranoid and trying to focus the feeling into calmness to enjoy me.

TAB: Anything you wanna add before we come down?

M: Take your time with me. Fuckin' with me is intense so bring a couple of your friends to make you feel comfortable your first few times. Always try to find someone who has been good to me, so I can be good to you. I'm best when I'm clean I promise. Oh, and I'm good in brown, beige and white, depends on how I feel that night!

Shout out to Molly. Dope bitch.

The Articulate Bitch

Dream Chasing

Some of us dream every night, some not as often and still some never at all. We spend time searching for the answers to what our dreams mean hoping for some deeply subconscious solution to our problems.

Those dreams are all fine and dandy for you non-vulgar folks but for those of us with minds planted in the gutter we savor our dreams. Each lusty dream is like a real experience rudely interrupted by reality.

The great thing about a sexy dream is that it has no limits. It can be with whoever your mind wants, doing whatever your mind wants. The only limit in your dream is what you can actually imagine.

They day dream is a perv sport if ever there was one. Seeing a stranger in passing or just zoning out in your own thoughts, finding yourself strangely turned on by the brief moment you thought of something. I've caught myself in this before. To be honest I'm so alright with it, I tend to look around afterward almost seeing if anyone had the same thought I did, or if they somehow knew what I was thinking. Sometimes I even just smile to myself which is probably much more perverted now that I think about it. Don't judge me.

The intoxicated sex dream is often the most vivid and REAL of the dreams, I find. Much the same way drunk sex is some porno shit you've only ever seen and didn't know you could do. That high, rolling or drunk sex dream is the most intense thing your subconscious can do to your body. Shit gets real.

The influencer dream is the most common. This one is when your dream reflects something you were doing, thinking, hearing or seeing. Like when the last texts you were sending were some nasty, lusty shit and you fell asleep thinking about it. Sometimes it's just seeing or speaking to someone that can be the basis for a nice sex dream.

The finisher is my personal favourite. This dream is the one that feels the realest, lasts the longest, is the most satisfying. This dream is so good you either A) actually cum or, B) wake up in a sweat with something hard/throbbing & wet and have to finish the job on the spot. Don't for a moment think A isn't a reality. I promise you it's real.

I love a good lusty dream. It's like your personal brand of interactive porn. Plus it's part fantasy. So perhaps you should be seeking to make your dreams come true in a real and very satisfying way.

The Articulate Bitch

Porn, Glorious Porn

As usual, my friends and I smoked a blunt and engaged in a healthy and lengthy conversation about sex and porn. I love convos like these because you can learn so much about people and yourself too. Sometimes the things you think only run through your mind aren't so different than other people. Here are a few things we discussed and agreed on.

I hate dry porn. The girl is screaming and ramming it back but every time they hit the close up, not a drop. I DON'T GET IT. Where's all the juices?! His dick is dry as hell and these two BEEN fucking. I just get confused because the only dry sex I've ever been aware of is humping with your clothes on (I can't believe that was ever ok). Seems like most of this dry porn is white porn too.

In life a little moaning from a dude is acceptable, encouraged even. In porn, all that theatrical grunting and carrying on just throws me off (another reason I only watch girl in girl porn). Especially if you're trying to rub one out all that guttural shit these porn niggaz do is a turn off. Keep that.

When choosing the right "inspiration" for some alone time with your hand the pattern I've noticed is that most people watch what they themselves enjoy. So my homie, for example, likes girls in reverse cowgirl so when he watches porn that's what he watches. For me, I'm watching girl on girl for the head action. If I watch 'regular porn' I'm still only turned on by the pussy eating, I promise you.

What do you agree or disagree on? Comment below I'll include them in part 3.

The Articulate Bitch

Sharing the Love

"Love is dope." - Someone from Black Twitter

When you enter the realm of love in whichever capacity, it can be the most satisfying feeling. You have someone who you're on an emotional level with, which is rare these days.

As with most positive things in our lives, when things are good we want to share them with those around us. We make a little extra in our paychecks maybe we share a bottle of wine with our friends or pay for dinner. We find a great new restaurant we bring our friends to try it too. We learn something amazing we teach our homies too. Bottom line is, we want to share the awesomeness. But what about our adventures in love? Should we share or keep the dopeness to ourselves?

Well for one, you have to pick and choose your audience. Some people are just too miserable to share your joy with, period. They will feign interest in what you're saying and give half hearted responses. They don't care about anything that has ever made you happy, they want you to tell them how crappy you feel so they can tell you how much crappier they feel. Stay away from these people in life, not just love.

Never ever ever tell a bitter bitch about your man/boyfriend/him. This girl is going to do nothing but tell you how all men ain't shit and how he's gonna do you dirty and all the nice things he's doing now are just part of his game. This poor bitch need some dick so bad you wish you had one to fuck her with. Make it worse this bitch will do some snake shit like fuck your man then be on some "I told you he wasn't shit" shit after.

An untrustworthy bitch is another girl you don't wanna share your relationshiptual details with. She will smile in your face and act like she's so happy for you all while She's scheming on how to get what you've got. This is probably the worst type of bitch. Sometimes this female deserves being fought.

Never, don't ever, tell another dude about a guy you're talking to or dating. I don't even agree with telling dudes in the imaginary "friend zone" about your relationships. There are only a few dudes in any female's life who truly wish to see her happy with someone else, an actual guy friend (who probably would still hit), or perhaps a relative. These are still difficult to spot, knowing their intentions before you spill the beans is key.

Lastly, never over-share. Even those people who do truly want to see you happy and don't mind you telling them tales will grow tired of hearing every petty detail that made you smile today. Be considerate and understand that sharing involves listening as well.

The Articulate Bitch