The Fearless Liberator

Kaylee is my wild card friend—the one who makes heads turn, eyes widen, and conversations take an unexpected turn. She thrives on shaking things up, never hesitating to rock the boat while laughing the entire time. She moves through life with fearless energy, embracing chaos, challenging norms, and inviting everyone around her to question what they think they know. To know Kaylee is to experience raw, unfiltered liberation—an existence unapologetically lived on her own terms. She’s the type of person that makes you appreciate the moment enough to punctuate it with matching tattoos on a whim.

She embodies the Liberator archetype, as defined by Caroline Myss: "one who frees others from systems of oppression—whether they be external institutions or internal beliefs of shame, guilt, and fear." Kaylee doesn’t just question the world’s expectations; she shatters them, laughing in their wake.

Living Unapologetically

Kaylee does not shrink herself to make others comfortable. She refuses to conform to outdated definitions of relationships, identity, or femininity. She lives her throuple dreams in New York, loving openly, questioning the rules society has laid out for how love and commitment should look. She is proof that liberation is not just about breaking chains, but about rewriting the narrative entirely.

She also carries with her the wisdom of someone who has seen darkness. Recently celebrating her sobriety, she is a testament to resilience—not just surviving, but thriving, growing, and loving herself more deeply with each chapter. I knew her in her toughest moments, and even then, she brought brightness into the lives of others. To watch her step even further into her own freedom, to see her claim the life she wants without hesitation, is a reminder that liberation is not only possible—it is necessary.

The Power of Radical Honesty

Kaylee can sit with you in your darkest moment, stare directly into the messiness of your reality, and make you laugh at the absurdity of it all. She has the rare ability to take the most uncomfortable truths and strip them of their shame. Whether it’s addiction, sexuality, societal hypocrisy, or personal trauma, she refuses to let these topics remain taboo. Instead, she brings them into the light, confronting them not with anger or blame but with understanding—and often, a perfectly timed joke.

For many, liberation is a slow, hesitant process. For Kaylee, it is a way of life.

Kaylee and I don’t share the same beliefs about how we express our bodies to the world, but that has never been a point of conflict—only a deep respect for our individual paths. I am inspired by her liberation of women's bodies, her unapologetic ownership of self, and her ability to challenge the constraints placed upon femininity.

There is a vast spectrum of how we accept and express womanhood. Some expressions align with certain archetypes, while others push boundaries in entirely new ways. But learning to respect the variability of self-expression is key to true growth. One woman’s form of expression does not diminish another’s. Some women are called to challenge the limits of female physical expression, while others feel compelled to amplify the voice of women—to ensure they are heard.

To share one's pain not through hate or revenge, but as a signal to others that they are not alone, is a profound act of strength. Not every woman will share the same message, and that is the beauty of the yin and yang of womanhood—the balance of dark and light within us all. It is not a threat, but a universal collective, a force of nature in motion. Every woman, in her uniqueness, has a purpose.

Sexuality Without Apology

In a world that tells women they can show their bodies but not speak about them, Kaylee breaks the mold. She doesn’t just embrace her sexuality—she owns it. She rejects the idea that pleasure is something to be policed, that desire should be shameful, or that women’s sexuality should exist solely for others.

After my sexual trauma in 2020, I felt an overwhelming sense of embarrassment. When people asked me how life in Bermuda was going, I wanted to lie, to gloss over the truth, to make it sound like some sun-soaked adventure. But the reality? It was one trauma after another. Everything that could have gone wrong, did. The man I trusted turned out to be a liar and a cheater, and as his new girlfriend later scoffed, “I only dated the guy for a couple months,” as if to say—What did you expect? And maybe that’s what stung the most. The way my pain was dismissed, minimized, made to feel like nothing more than the inevitable outcome of trusting the wrong man.

Because of how deceitful he and this woman were, I sought truth from another man who had reached out to me. A man who I later found out, also, lies and hurts women behind closed doors. And that choice led me to sitting with the police for hours, explaining that yes, I consented to letting this man rip me apart. That from the beginning, he enjoyed degrading my body, and I thought I was being “open and nonjudgmental” I thought I was sharing in his pleasures so that one day, we could share my threesome fantasy. But as the weeks passed, things only escalated, becoming more aggressive, and yet, I stayed. More than stay, I held this man's hand after he hurt me, and told him I still wanted to be with him. In complete denial of what had just happened to my body. So scared to be broken and alone, I begged this man to be with me. Then, found out he had been cheating the whole time.

Five years ago, I wouldn’t have been able to tell this story without shaking, without rage swallowing my voice, without wanting to scream at the injustice of it all—how he was publicly praised as a hero, while privately, I carried the wounds. I would've felt too embarrassed and regretful about my sexual trauma and trauma responses to speak.

But now? I don’t regret a thing.

Because speaking my truth to the police meant that he would never be able to do that to another woman again without consequences. He can call me his “accident”, but now he knows—his kink for being rough with women’s bodies is not just a preference, it has real consequences. And if it happens again, it’s no longer an accident. It’s a pattern.

Kaylee helped me see that telling my truth will rock the boat—but I am no longer afraid to rock the boat if it prevents another woman from experiencing the same pain. For too long, men have gotten away with what they do behind closed doors because women stayed silent—because we were taught to protect their reputations at the cost of our own dignity. Because we were taught not to over share and make things uncomfortable. And that silence has allowed countless others to be hurt.

More importantly, she empowers me to publicly challenge the glorification of aggressive, domineering, and sadistic sexual norms that have become mainstream under the guise of self-empowerment. Through her, I have learned to ask the questions most people shy away from:

• Why do we as women accept degrading sex as a form of love or care?

• Are these behaviors truly healthy enough to stay quiet over?

• Why are some people turned on by the abuse of others' bodies?

  
  

She does not impose these thoughts—she simply creates the space for others to explore them on their own, to rethink what we have been conditioned to accept. Kaylee doesn’t dictate or instruct—she liberates by example, reminding those around her that they are capable of forming their own truths, free from societal shame. She doesn’t tell me what to believe; she simply empowers me to ask, to question, and to grow.

The Ultimate Lesson of a Liberator

The shadow side of the Liberator archetype, as Myss explains, is using power to control rather than free others. But Kaylee wields her power for the exact opposite—she dismantles systems of shame and self-denial. She reminds those around her that they, too, are capable of breaking free from internalized oppression.

The greatest lesson she has taught me is this: hard conversations need to happen. That bodies, sexuality, and pain are not things to be hidden but embraced. That laughter can be an act of defiance. That it is not enough to exist within the rules society has handed us—we must challenge them.

Kaylee is more than my friend. She is a force, a movement, a revolution in human form. She does not fear the world. The world fears her because she strips the shame from all things feminine—and turns it into power.

And that? That is liberation.