Oh, delightful
Or, you know, not perhaps, and yet. A big Only Fans star, making a fortune (a McClaren when only 21 is a fortune). And:
He’s had guys who message him through OnlyFans every day for over two years, guys who tell him they’ve just put their kids to bed, that their wives are in the other room. Sometimes he feels bad for them; knows they’re probably lonely and sad. But that’s the game, right?
CJ gets it, because he does the same thing—the vast majority of his own social interaction is mediated through the internet too. He’s only had one serious girlfriend, and that was long distance. He told me he’s not good at talking to strangers face-to-face. He’s not used to doing it that way. Instead, CJ subscribes to other OnlyFans creators, and sometimes messages with them, even though he knows he’s probably not messaging the actual person.
“I know in the back of my head that I’m talking to some middle-aged man” at a subcontracted agency, CJ told me. But he’s okay with buying into the fantasy. Yes, when he messages these people it’s more for companionship than sex—but in that way, CJ told me, “it’s still porn.”
50’s pulp short story. Bloke has a job running a “girlfriend experience” or summat. Guys come in, take a pill, interact with a computing/robotic thing, think they’ve been to see their girlfriend. Can’t recall why it’s set up that way. Population worries? Dunno.
So, he knows it’s all a scam because he runs the place. But he’s diffierent of course. His girlfriend is real. In another city, obviously. So, he goes over to see her, gets to where she works, thinks, well, why not take one of the pills…..