You Can't Have It Both Ways: The Hypocrisy of Normalizing Sex Work While Demonizing Its Consumers

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Let’s get one thing straight: I don’t care what grown adults choose to do with their lives. You want to sell pictures of yourself online? Go for it. You're not my daughter, my sister, or my partner—your choices are none of my concern. But I refuse to sit quietly while society plays dumb and acts like it didn’t build this OnlyFans circus from the ground up.

For the past decade, we’ve been force-fed this narrative where sex work is now “empowerment.” OnlyFans became the main stage for this hustle, with every post accompanied by a round of applause and a “Yasss Queen.” But here’s the kicker: when men dare to consume the very content these women proudly post, they’re immediately labeled perverts, creeps, and predators. Somehow, the paying customer is the villain, and the supplier is a goddess.

Let me ask the uncomfortable question: if OnlyFans is a legitimate career path, why is the paying customer a pervert? You don’t call people perverts for buying coffee from Starbucks, do you?

The Female-Led Reversal of OnlyFans’ Content Ban

In 2021, OnlyFans tried to clean up its image and ban sexually explicit content. Cue the meltdown. The backlash was loud, proud, and overwhelmingly female-led. Content creators cried about their paychecks being snatched. Feminist groups cried about bodily autonomy. And within a week, OnlyFans folded like a lawn chair. This wasn’t some secret men’s rights crusade—this was women defending the economy they swore was oppressive two weeks earlier.

The Numbers Don’t Lie (But Y’all Do)

A 2023 Statista survey showed that over 80% of OnlyFans creators are female, while over 70% of subscribers are male. Simple supply and demand, right? Wrong. Somehow, the supply is praised as empowered entrepreneurs, while the demand is painted as drooling Neanderthals who need to “touch grass.” It’s like selling cigarettes and calling the smokers villains while you cash their checks.

Legality Doesn’t Equal Immunity

Every year, fresh batches of 18-year-old girls flood these platforms, thinking it’s the fast track to financial freedom. Men—legal, adult men—subscribe, and instantly become society’s favorite punching bag. But if she’s of legal age and willingly selling, why is he a creep for buying? He’s a consumer. Of a legal product. Y’all keep telling men it’s normal until they act like it.

The Denise Richards Saga: You Can’t Make This Up

Denise Richards joined OnlyFans in June 2022 after her daughter Sami Sheen, who had just turned 18, launched her account. Sami’s reason? She couldn’t afford rent working retail. Instead of discouraging her, Denise jumped on the bandwagon, publicly praising her daughter’s “confidence” and even creating her own account. And before you ask—yes, people clapped for this. Mother of the Year.

By age 20, Sami had reportedly earned over $3 million—enough to buy a house, a car, and probably a therapy bill or two. But let’s not pretend she didn’t get there by selling content that society loves to condemn men for consuming. This is the kind of cultural hypocrisy you couldn’t write into a sitcom.

Society’s Attraction Stigma: Men Can’t Win

Society loves to shame men for finding 18-year-old women attractive—calling them creeps and predators—but then claps like trained seals when these same women monetize that attraction. If selling it is empowerment, why is buying it predatory? You can’t call it a “career path” and then crucify the market that funds it.

When Men Push Back, It’s “Oppression”

Every time men or society try to pump the brakes on this madness, it becomes a women’s rights issue. Yet when these same women want out of the industry, they’re met with a cold shoulder from the corporate world. Former adult actresses have openly talked about being blackballed from regular jobs. So who’s really enabling this ecosystem? Spoiler: It ain’t just the men.

Final Thought: Pick a Side

You can’t glorify hyper-sexualization when it fills your bank account, then cry victim when the consequences roll in. If you’re proud of the bag, be ready to own the baggage. Don’t expect sympathy when the attention you chased turns into scrutiny you can’t handle.

I’m not here to ban it. I’m not here to police it. But I’m damn sure not going to sit here and play pretend like this isn’t a monster you built. Do what you want—but don’t cry to me when reality knocks on your door.

Normalize it or don’t. But you can’t have it both ways.

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