Let’s talk about the fantasy. Not the sexy kind—the kind where broke people are told they can become rich, empowered icons by selling their bodies on the internet.
Enter: OnlyFans. Crowned as the holy grail of financial freedom, marketed as the “take back your power” pipeline for women, queer folks, neurospicy creatives, and anyone exhausted by soul-sucking jobs and ready to flash a little skin for rent money.
It sounds like rebellion. But it’s really just a glitter-dusted trap.
Be Your Own Boss (and Also Your Own Marketer, Editor, Therapist, and Punching Bag)
Platforms like OnlyFans, Fansly, etc. pitch one hell of a fairy tale: that you—armed with a ring light, trauma, and unresolved self-worth issues—can earn thousands a month just by being hot and online.
What they don’t mention? The asterisk the size of Saturn’s ass ring.
Because here’s the truth: the top 1% make bank. Everyone else is clawing for crumbs, endlessly refreshing their feed, wondering if they need to post a butthole pic to boost engagement.
It’s Not a Platform. It’s a Pyramid Scheme in Lip Gloss.
Like every other digital platform run by an algorithm god with daddy issues, OnlyFans thrives on inequality. The top creators—usually conventionally hot, already famous, or hella lucky—are the house. Everyone else is just…paying rent with their nervous systems.
The hustle is constant: create, promote, engage, escalate. It’s unpaid marketing, trauma commodification, and digital begging in a push-up bra.
And all for what? $173.28 after taxes and platform cuts?
You’re Not Just Selling Nudes. You’re Selling “Girlfriend Simulator 2.0.”
And let’s not even pretend this is just about posting cute pics. You’re expected to connect. Reply to messages. Make people feel seen. Customize content like a horny Etsy order. It’s emotional labor in lingerie, and it burns people the hell out.
There are no boundaries. No HR. No sick leave. Just you, a ring light, and a growing list of subscribers who think they own a piece of you.
But They Chose It, Right?
Let’s pause on this one.
Yes, people choose this work. But when your options are retail hell, underpaid office jobs, or getting evicted—“choice” gets a little blurry. This isn’t liberation. It’s survival. And capitalism knows it.
OnlyFans doesn’t exist to save people. It exists to profit off people who feel like they have no other option.
Final Thought: Capitalism, But Make It Sexy
OnlyFans wraps exploitation in empowerment, slaps a glitter filter on it, and calls it freedom. But underneath it? It’s just another hustle. Another system asking you to monetize your identity while it quietly extracts your worth.
It’s not rebellion. It’s capitalism in thigh-highs. And if you feel weird about that?
You should.
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