If you have read my “How I became a whistle blower” series, you already know that I used to have an Onlyfans and that I had hired one of my best friends as my assistant. After the near death experience and the disaster that followed, I decided to delete my account and focus on being a camgirl full time. For reasons that I will explain in future posts, I have recently made the decision to restart an Onlyfans and use the extra income to pay off my medical and student debts faster and have more time to write for you. The reality of working full time as an Onlyfans model (dystopian cyber prostitute) is very gruesome, especially if you are aiming to make over $5k per month. Today, we will be discussing what happens behind the scenes. Everything I am sharing is just my experience, but I have talked to many other male and female Onlyfans creators and they told me that what I described was resonating with them and that their lives were very similar to mine.
The first thing you need to know, is that my title is a euphemism. There is no normal daily routine when you work on Onlyfans. In fact, once you get the first 200 subscribers, there is no day and night anymore. You have to be awake, happy and flirtatious at all times, otherwise the punters will request charge backs (I will explain what that is). The idea that you are an empowered girl boss choosing her own working hours is an utter lie perpetuated by the woke agenda and the porn industry lobbyists. Onlyfans is the virtual brothel, the punters are your pimps and you are some sort of dystopian sex slave. You are up and working when they want you to.As a result of their non-stop demands for sexting, webcam sessions and custom photos and videos, I didn’t see the sun light for months. I would stay up all night (to match the time zones of various well paying punters) and sleep during the day.
Similarly to the cam sites, no one (and I mean literally no one) subscribes to Onlyfans because they want to watch adult content. Hundreds of ignorant men have asked me “Why would anyone pay for your videos and photos, when there is so much free porn online?” The answer is: they don’t. They subscribe in order to become able to message me and talk me into dating them. It is paid sexual harassment 24/7. My assistant, Cindy, who was also working as my Onlyfans chatter (person paid to text the subscribers and pretend to be the pornstar in the videos) would often tell me that in just one day, she had over 50 requests for paid sex, fetish sessions and creepy men who demanded to know my real location, name and relationship status, otherwise they would be requesting a charge back from Onlyfans because “they didn’t want to waste their time”. I was paying her three times the amount she was making in her old job (mainly out of guilt for getting a civilian like her into the sex industry and exposing her to all of that filth) and despite earning a much higher salary, she eventually became burned out and quit.
Many of the Onlyfans punters are unattractive, ignorant nerds from first world countries who are extremely clueless about how attraction and real human relationships work. They are empathy and critical thinking deficient and incapable of putting themselves in someone else’s shoes. They were on Onlyfans because they wanted to find a girlfriend, so I must also have chosen to work there because I wanted to find a boyfriend. Over 75% of them were using Onlyfans as a dating site, despite the fact that the site’s terms of service made it clear that the models are not allowed to meet men in real life. If I had a dollar every time I had to explain to one of them that I am not there to meet them and date them, I would be richer than Elon Musk and I would be typing this from my own space station.
A minority of Onlyfans users had extreme fetishes that were not allowed on any porn site (example: period blood fetish) and they subscribed to various accounts hoping to find women that would agree to cater to these fetishes in a third platform (usually Skype or Telegram). The competition among the models was fierce and every time my Onlyfans ranking dropped, I would start panicking and agree to do one of the less atrocious Skype sessions, for an Onlyfans tribute (although I never did a period blood session, mainly out of fear of getting an infection after inserting sex toys into my bleeding vagina).
Onlyfans allows the customers to request a charge back and have their money returned to them if they are not satisfied with the services provided. That is a huge loophole that many punters are abusing and I had to message the Onlyfans support all the time and complain about unfair charge backs. Sometimes I got to keep the money, but in the majority of the cases, the scammer was able to walk away with all of my pictures and videos downloaded in his hard drive.
In a couple of months I ended up sleeping four hours per day, eating once every other day (when I could take a short break in between sessions) and spending 16 hours online. Cindy was extremely helpful, ordering healthy meals for both of us, picking up the Amazon packages, sending the costumes out for dry cleaning and taking care of our pets and the foster cats. I would not have survived this long in that industry without her. Now you would normally ask “What the hell did you do with all the money Vixen? If you were so successful, why are you on Substack bitching and moaning about having the hardest life anyone has ever had? What have you been hiding?”
The answer your question, no, I did not blow the money on race cars, strippers and cocaine. The reality of my financial situation was the following:
Onlyfans took a 20% cut.
25% of the earnings were being reinvested back into the business, in the form of sexy lingerie, new toys, fetish costumes, better streaming equipment etc (if you don’t constantly upgrade, the punters will get revenge on you by unsubscribing en masse).
I had to pay Cindy.
I had to pay taxes.
I had to pay rent, bills, food, cat food and the medications I was taking for my health problems that the insurance refused to cover.
The rest of the money went into paying student debt, credit card debt and medical debt.
Anticlimactic, I know.
Overall, I was inexperienced and I made many mistakes that I take full responsibility for. After my discharge from the hospital, I took the time to discuss what happened with other sex workers on Reddit and Discord. All of them but one, validated what I shared with them. Yes, you can make a lot of money on Onlyfans, especially if you are young, thin and white, but they come with a price: living without sunlight, being isolated from normal society, being terminally online, having to cater to perverse failed men 24/7 and having your porn stolen,leaked and uploaded to several porn sites where it will remain forever.
The majority of the Onlyfans models make a tiny fraction of the money advertised by the popular influencers. Being 18 or 19 and having your dignity and safety jeopardized by a simple Google search, is a horrifying reality I cannot even begin to fathom. You are at the mercy of any abusive male that can find your porn and use it to blackmail you, sexually harass you or even fire you. I consider the promotion of Onlyfans as a risk- free, get-rich-quick career to people under 25 (the human brain isn’t fully developed under the age of 25) an actual crime that should be prosecuted by the law.
Thank you for reading,
Vixen
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This is the kind of narrative people need to hear. Thank you for converting your vulnerability into essay form where people can actually hear the truth of what’s going on. We live in a backwards society thats sells sexual dysfunction, disempowerment, and enslavement to the masses like it’s empowerment or something. Crazy times. But stories like this have so much impact.
Yeah, it does sound bleak. The idea of human intimacy being reduced to an algorithm-driven, hyper-commercialized transaction is unsettling. In a truly dystopian setting, the performers might have little control over their own work, being forced to conform to ever-escalating audience demands just to survive.
It raises deeper questions about technology, capitalism, and the way human connection is being reshaped. The more digital our lives become, the more we risk turning even the most personal aspects of life—like relationships and sexuality—into commodities.