Atlas

I am a relationship coach, I really believe in what I do and I want to be done shying away from talking about it. Here are 3 simple practices that can have profound impact on your relationships, that I often focus on with my clients~ 1. Nervous system regulation and familiarity with your body’s signals. Sounds simple, but it’s hard and nuanced work —— that will CHANGE YO LIFE!! 2. Building a tool belt for articulating and sharing your internal experience with the people you love. We all deserve to find words for our worlds. 3. Taking radical responsibility for your life. Getting clear on what steps you can take to move you toward the change you say you want. Having the coach means having guidance and accountability amidst this process. It means having help shining a light on blind spots and old patterns. It means having someone cheering you on when you break said old pattern. Again, I fkn love my job and I love relationships and I love love and all I wanna do is help all of us feel more connected and empowered and authentic than ever before. Pls don’t hesitate to reach out if this resonates, I’d be so happy to work with you 💛

THRILLED AND TERRIFIED TO ANNOUNCE: My heart on a platter🫀🍽️ My first book is in the process of printing. AND LOOK AT THE COVER ~ done by one of my FAVE HUMANS @squiggiily 🖤 This book is a collection of poems I started in 2019. Some of you were there, some of you commissioned poetry, and your poems are there as promised, named after you. Each piece is inspired by a real human. A real moment. A tiny little glimpse into the human experience. I’m not sure how long this printing process is about to take but I will keep yall in the loop and certainly hope it’s all finished by the new year, if not Christmas. If you want to get in on pre-orders, pls hit my DMs! There will be limited copies. 🖤 Thank you to every human who ever cared about my writing. You have changed my life for the better. 🖤

Pls rotate yo phone to get the full affect! I’m so curious what story you see here 🤡 Comment below 👇🏼 And shortly, I’ll share with you the story I was feeling. This is by far the most cathartic lil project I have ever worked on 🎭 Thank you ENDLESSLY to @chris_gio for helping me bring this vision to life, to his homie for letting us use her bathroom, and to @070shake for having *the best music* I fucking love making art.

A note on sex ~ especially for men ~ (But for everyone, no doubt) Slow. Down. I cannot emphasize this enough. Touch her like your fingertips drip honey on her skin. Touch her everywhere before you even think about entering her anywhere. Kiss her face, bite her neck, squeeze her legs, worship the body you want access to— Show her how safe it is to melt How in a rush you are not How attuned you are willing to be even if it tests your patience And then do it all again Whisper what you want to taste Invite her presence with your own, unshakeable I dare you to move so slowly she actually has the space to ask you for more To beg for something before you’ve rushed into it immediately Don’t you want that? Don’t you want to feel her crave for more? And then give it to her? This whole ‘kiss for two seconds and then enter her’ thing is so outdated my dude. Foreplay is the new climax Patience, the best lube PnV is the cherry on top, not the main event You’re welcome 📸: @squiggiily // @squiggily.jpg

Perhaps the bravest thing is to fall in love again As a “full grown adult” After one has given trust and seen it broken. After experiencing disappointment, manipulation, abuse. After seeing death, and holding a body for its last breath… After feeling the depth of pain that comes with a broken heart. To open the heart, one more time— This is the kind of warrior I want to be. The kind that chooses love knowing the shortcomings of human nature. The kind that chooses trust, knowing the risk of loss. The kind that leans into grief as evidence of deep care. I am not afraid of pain. I am much more afraid of apathy. I never want to stop falling in love Even though it hurts to care— Some days in little ways and other days like the world is ending… I choose love anyway Even in the face of not knowing— And especially in the face of knowing All things end. Impermanence and unpredictability are not invitations to avoid, but to lean in, and appreciate the sacredness of each fleeting moment. Of each deep love. Of each deep loss. I choose a broken heart over a closed one every time. I am determined to live a life of feeling deeply. I am determined to be so strong that I remain soft. I am determined to be so brave, that I might fall in love again Even after all that has happened. Especially after all that has happened. 📸: @cyt.photo 💛

Swipe➡️to read 31 things I love about @elluminescent_embers Happy birthday you radiant bad bitch, I adore you. You have changed my life for the better and I am forever grateful that god gave us the same space/time slot in existence. Huge favor. It was such a fkn joy to sit down and articulate 31 of the infinite things I adore about you. Thank you for all that you are. 🎂💕

The last few months of my life have been full of high highs and low lows. The complications of the lows make me feel almost guilty to fully enjoy the highs, but I’m learning to surf the waves with grace and strength. And along the way, I have to say, I have fallen more in love with myself than I have felt in a longgg time. Perhaps the only other chapter of my life where I felt this connected to appreciating myself was when I dropped out of school to become a beach bum, live out of a two-door, and learn circus arts. I’ve often referenced that chapter and how I not only miss the context, but miss the person I felt I was then. 20 year old Atlas was incredibly brave and with that, a new kind of confidence was born. Something about coming back to Colorado and all the life shifts that came with it made me feel disconnected from that version of me, and I’ve often felt lost on how to reintegrate them. But here I am again. && I know that version of me would be so proud of who I am now. This time I am not falling in love with myself through the lens of anything I am “doing”, but rather who I am being. How I show up. How I give love. How I both play and grieve regularly. It’s funny how intimidating it still feels to share: I fucking love who I am, more and more. Even when I’m in tears, even when I’ve made mistakes, and especially when I am deeply rooted in my authenticity even when people around me may judge or disagree with it. I’ve spent far too much time orienting myself around who I think I’m “supposed” to be, and letting go of that has been one of the greatest gifts I’ve ever given myself. I know the ups and downs will continue, and I will always experience moments of doubt, fear, grief. But I trust myself more and more to stay rooted in my heart, and come out the other side more in love with life always. What a gift it is to feel, to trust, and to just be human. And to be me!! Hehe 🪩🧸👑🥰 📸: @squiggiily // @squiggily.jpg once more

Ironically… Supression was my first doorway to radical expression. I found who I was by resisting what I was told I could not be. Closed minds are the kind of sturdy that is perfect to push up against. Small minded definitions are just invitations to exist beyond words— fuel on the fire that says “I know who I am” even if you never learn how to say my name. I will paint my identity in all the colors you think clash, All of them, and none of them , at once— Your limitations lead me to dig for the discovery that I am infinite. Perhaps I wouldn’t feel so big and brave if you gave me no cage to hack open, No small space to outgrow— And I will grow~ Far too abstract to ever fit inside the lines~~ And while I paint with all the colors of my love, I thank the fears that said I was broken, or somehow incomplete. Without the pressure coming from them, I’m not sure I would’ve been so determined to find who I am. I never thought I’d be grateful for the weight of it all. But with resistance comes strength. On the other side of explored doubts is clarity. Without questions there are no answers. It was the sensation of suppression that inspired me to become free. 📸 ~ my fellow misfit @squiggiily @squiggily.jpg

In the midst of immense evil being unveiled, of politics coming to a boiling point, of colonialism and the abuse of power reaching its bloodied fingers into every corner of the world— My relationships are what keep life worth living. Both my relationship to myself, and to my friends, family, and lovers — and they’re all so connected. Connection is a pillar of revolution. Building relationship with integrity, accountability, boundaries, and communication are all skills we build in relationship, and all skills we need for tearing down the system and rebuilding one in its place. True love lays a foundation for resistance. The kind of love that demands conflict and resolution. The kind of love that cultivates trust that brings you to tears. The kind of love that invites us to grow into a better version of ourselves. The kind of love that believes in justice and truth. The kind of love that builds community rooted in something beyond common interests. This love does not happen on accident. It happens when people are willing to do the nitty gritty work on themselves, and also willing to show up to the nitty gritty parts of connection. If you feel stuck on what to do with yourself right now, amidst all the global chaos — if nothing else — focus on healing yourself and loving eachother. In a very active kind of way. Show the fuck up even when it’s inconvenient. Invest in the kind of change you believe in. Be vulnerable, be authentic, share your feelings. As the world as we know it crumbles (I hope) we are gonna need people we trust, people we can collaborate with. Connection is one of the bridges to a better world. Keep loving eachother, when all else fails. It is part of the revolution. 📸 ~ @squiggiily // @squiggily.jpg

Coping w late stage capitalism through bubbles with my friend’s cat and honestly I’m doing pretty well all things considered 🙂 📸: @squiggiily @squiggily.jpg 🐱: The Queen Lilith

Honestly, I did not feel ready, and I’m so glad I did it anyway. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to every human who was there, who listened, who felt, who connected w me through music. Art is without a doubt one of my favorite parts of being human. Thank you @mockingbird.denver for having me, thank you @fungidelity , @blahchanspins , and @parasoxmusic for serving tunes for the dance floor, thank you @squiggiily for you support throughout, and to @robertcchampion for trusting my art in your space. “Grateful” doesn’t begin to cover it. More to come, I hope! 📸: @squiggiily && @chris_gio

This Sunday, Jan 18th, I am so honored and excited to share i will be performing my first live acoustic set, of all origional music. Each and every song I will share is woven from the threads of my life, my head, n my heart. There are memories and belief systems and heartbreaks and prayers and love n let go letters sewn into song. Grief and peace and all things between. Come feel human with me, and may we all leave feeling less alone. Each set of ears truly feels like such a gift. Every friend that’s supported me along the way, thank you. Which leads me to… The DJ sets! Provided by people I so deeply love and respect. @fungidelity — serving us organic and odd @parasoxmusic — with a pocketful of surprises @blahchanspins — giving evil woke bass It’s gonna be a full spectrum family event! Also @squiggiily thank you for randomly interviewing me about this in your living room 😂 so grateful to have an opportunity to share my intention for the night 💛