Honestly, OnlyFans made me feel like a niche celebrity. The praise, the applause, the fans, the money… until it turned into a literal horror show so much that I had to take a step back.
As some of you may be aware, I am planning my return to the raunchy site, which may seem odd after I tell you this storytime…
It begins after my last break-up, 27 years old, and going through a phase where writing just wasn’t flowing. Meaning, my normal amount of money wasn’t coming in.
Living off savings and the odd piece I wrote freelance for the press, I became inspired by friends who had done OnlyFans and made a ton of cash in a matter of days.
At the time, I was in the best shape of my life, had all the confidence in the world, and felt hot every single day. So, why not make some money?
I specialised in being an “online girlfriend”, meaning I was there for them when they needed someone to chat to after a long day, and also cosplay, we dressed up a lot.
Using my G boobs and tight arse, I made thousands within a month. Much more than I normally would make as a Journalist.
I won’t confess how much exactly I made, although impressive, because it feels too boastful, but there is some serious money on the site.
Despite the cash being such a turn-on, I backed it in after a few months because some fans got a bit carried away, and admittedly, it frightened me a tad.
Some became obsessive. Delusional thinking, we were a couple!
I’d get digital love letters confessing devotion and admiration, which was sweet at first… until it became controlling.
One in particular demanded I delete my OnlyFans and devote myself to him - despite my never showing any interest in him past being a customer.
It was after the said fan promised to “track me down” that I hit “delete account”.
By that point, my flair for writing had returned, and I have OnlyFans to thank for that.
Written by VavaViolet Magazine’s Founder and Editor-in-Chief,
Sophie Blackman.
Sophie Blackman.
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