A Streetcar Named OnlyFans: One Subscription at a Time
A Streetcar Named Desire was on television the other day, and it got me thinking. Women back then had to do all they could to be seen and heard—and yet remain invisible to men—as they tried to keep themselves looking young and beautiful, or pleasant and useful, with age hanging like a forever shadow over them. There is something especially sad about a woman who loves a man so deeply that she sacrifices her own happiness just to keep him. But perhaps even sadder is the widowed woman left alone, unmarried and unprotected, trying to preserve a life that has long slipped away. More than that, it’s a longing for an elegant lifestyle that quickly falls from your grip, leaving you imprisoned in your own mind. Your only escape becomes the house of your dear sweet sister—Stella!
It’s a tale of two women: Stella, so docile she remains in an abusive relationship, and Blanche, who has given so much of herself that she spirals completely out of her mind. It’s a disappointing story, one that has played itself out in America far too often. No more Blanches or Stellas. We can’t afford to keep romanticizing broken women who are either silenced or slowly erased.
If I had to be Stella or Blanche—and if I’m honest, I’ve probably been a little of both at different times in my life—I’d choose to be Stella. Not because her story is less painful, but because at least she got out. She may have clung to the illusion of love for too long, but she eventually walked away. Blanche, on the other hand, lost herself entirely. After the trauma of losing her young husband to suicide—a death tied to a truth she couldn’t accept—she spiraled. She sought comfort in the arms of strangers, not because she was promiscuous, but because she was broken. Society branded her immoral, but really, she was just trying to survive. She lied to keep up appearances. She softened the harshness of reality until her mind could no longer tell the difference.
The delusion was real. We think of A Streetcar Named Desire as an old-fashioned film. A black-and-white movie that makes today’s color and appeal feel like triumph by comparison. But that’s not true. This same behavior is playing out today, in clips and tricks. That’s why I feel compelled, even if a little late, to speak on the OnlyFans (Shannon Sharpe) hype.
“And also all that generation were gathered unto their fathers: and there arose another generation after them, which knew not the Lord, nor yet the works which he had done for Israel.”
Last week, I saw a post on LinkedIn that genuinely baffled me. It was being celebrated with likes, hearts, and congratulatory comments. The post praised Denise Richards, a former actress, for reportedly earning $2 million a month on OnlyFans—and her daughter, who supposedly brings in $80,000 a month on the same platform. It was framed as inspirational, as if we should all applaud this mother-daughter duo for their so-called entrepreneurial success.
It’s as if “I’m Every Woman” now includes celebrated sex workers. As if we’re all supposed to applaud selling our bodies for likes and CashApps. As if the path of a virtual sex worker is somehow equal to that of a street hooker. Let’s be real: a street hooker at least knows the shame, while an OnlyFans performer hides behind screens, filters, and followers who shield them from accountability. They are not the same.
In the 1940s, women couldn’t pretend. The culture was dominated by men—men who saw women as nothing more than sex toys and shiny trinkets. We tell ourselves things are different now because today women can pretend all day, every day, and get rich quick doing so. Men are reduced to subscribers, paying monthly for sneak pics. Pictures of half-naked bodies are like Pokémon cards.
What unsettled me most about the LinkedIn post was how many people in the comments considered Denise Richards’ story a success story. Success is no longer based on skill, talent, or merit. In this culture, it’s based on the number of subscribers and the amount of money you can make. It’s a true example of capitalism, where visibility and profit are valued more than substance or purpose. I can’t tell you how many introductions now include subscriber counts or follower numbers, as if that alone defines a person’s worth.
Two things may be happening: women are lying on social media, or there is a cognitive dissonance that reveals a deep error in judgment. To be real, I think many of them are lying—pretending to conform to a cultural narrative just to stay relevant.
But here’s the part that remains unsaid: OnlyFans is built on seduction, suggestion, and access. People don’t pay those fees for cooking tutorials or fitness tips. They pay to see skin—and often, the promise of more. We can dress it up with the language of empowerment, but at the core, it’s a transaction where bodies become the product. Sex and self-gratification are glorified over fidelity, love, and relationship. True feminism that still relies on a man’s bottom dollar. Power rests in the pocket of the one with the most coins in the CashApp.
I’m not judging people’s choices about how they make their money. But from personal experience, I know this: the more you sell your body, the more of yourself you lose. It chips away at your spirit and dignity, and at some point, you look around and realize you’re empty. But with OnlyFans, at least your bank account will be full, because there are enough perverts to keep proprietors in business for a long time.
What’s happening in our culture may feel like liberation to some. But it’s a form of oppression. You have to keep your withering body from turning back to dust when all the odds are against you. In the end, you’ll have nothing more than photo ops and nothing to show for the sacrifices you made with your body. Like Stella, you too will grow old and unwanted. But where she was forced into the light, OnlyFans models can hide behind filters, screen savers, and blocks. Some will sell themselves and suffer no consequences. But that’s not the case for most. Blanche is a perfect example of how far seduction will take you.
To be fair, Blanche catching her husband with another man is enough to drive any woman out of her mind. A woman scorned is going to hurt the man or herself. Stella’s husband committed suicide and left her destitute. But she had learned to use what she had to get what she needed—her body. She had to take it to the streets. This left her searching for love and acceptance in bars, clubs, and funeral homes. In these dark places, Blanche found nothing and lost herself. In the end, it all comes down to matters of the heart and what’s right and wrong. Does a mother want to cultivate a whore? When a mother leads her own child down a dark path, it’s sickening.
I read an article where Denise Richards’ daughter said she’s not mad that her mother, having just joined the platform, is making millions more. It doesn’t impact her self-confidence. She’s making plenty and stacking up wealth. But when a mother and daughter are both on the OnlyFans platform, they’re not building generational wealth—that’s generational trauma with a marketing plan. This is the culture becoming the norm.
Women have found a true Pandora’s box, and it’s called OnlyFans. Sex has no barriers when everything is virtual and takes so little. Use your body, and when it starts to drop and sag, or to enhance the little you already have, there are plastic surgeons everywhere who, for the right price, can give you all you need to stream.
It’s obvious now: as more women take to OnlyFans, the more BBLs we’re seeing on the streets. The American Society of Plastic Surgeons is reporting a clear rise in cosmetic procedures, and you don’t need a study to feel the shift. You can see it in women walking around with asses that look like basketballs, whether on the street or scrolling online. When I was growing up, the idea of plastic surgery was foreign, reserved for the rich and famous. Now, it’s as simple as putting in the grunt work, filling out the forms, and saving up the cash.
All my life, I tried to cover my big booty and protruding breasts—and now, many are removing fat from parts of their bodies to form a round booty. It’s mainstream now that Kim had sex with Ray J. What was once a luxury is now a hustle, and for many, the ticket to visibility, attention, or fast money.
When we consider all this, it’s fascinating that Shannon Sharpe has sort of hit the mainstream by exposing the problem with OnlyFans. It leads to relationships that are manipulative, have no depth, and lack love, decency, and respect. Sharpe’s behavior is the consequence of these transactional relationships built on virtual money, sex, and fake performance. These days, Shannon Sharpe is making his walks of shame. After having one of the most viral interviews with Katt Williams—who forewarned him to leave young white girls alone—the prophecy hit. God is not mocked. Shannon talked about how he would not lose with God on his side. He said progress was progress, all while living a shameful life. Now, it’s unfortunate that he has been exposed.
Now he’s been exposed for the fool he was. This is spiritual. In many ways, Katt’s words were prophetic. Shannon was warned. Now he’s taking to social media, trying to get ahead of the story. He’s using his platform to proclaim innocence, stepping down from ESPN before he could be fired. But the truth remains: he was carrying on a relationship with a 19-year-old OnlyFans girl, taking great pleasure in the daily use of degrading language by a white girl—as if legality erases morality.
This isn’t about innocence; it’s about what’s right and what’s wrong. A grown man with power, wealth, and influence doesn’t get a pass just because the girl was “legal.” The power dynamics are real. And so is the inconsistency in how he’s handling it. This is a reflection of something deeper—how Black men are often socialized to protect their image at all costs, even when it means ignoring their own brokenness, their view of women, and the ways they’re being exploited by a world that uses them.
In this case, an OnlyFans model lured him in like a street hustler—with a smile, a tease, and a subscription. She used her platform to bait him, recorded him, and then tried to extort $50 million. This was calculated. She thought she could play the game and win. And while her language and behavior paint her as little more than a self-proclaimed prostitute, I won’t fully disparage her hustle—but I will call her behavior out for what it was. She played the victim and the race card. Shannon allowed it. He paid for it—literally and figuratively.
It’s a tragedy when a Black man who overcame so much is taken down by someone who saw him as a quick payday. After baiting him, she joked, “That’s not a good look, Shannon,” while trying to choke him and using the recording to make him look bad.
Meanwhile, Tony Buzbee, a white lawyer who repeatedly tries to take down famous Black men, lurked in the background waiting to file a civil case for sexual assault. Well, if you ask me, Shannon needs to file a civil case against the young girl for her use of violent and offensive language and for obvious extortion.
This is what happens when manipulation becomes the model—when sex is the currency and dignity is collateral. This is OnlyFans gone wrong. Had Shannon Sharpe been a different kind of man, we’d be having a different conversation. The OnlyFans person attempted to paint him as the monster, but it turns out she was the one hiding claws.
This is one case of manipulation that just happened to hit the mainstream media because of Shannon Sharpe’s celebrity, but it happens far more often than anyone wants to admit. We’re told that a few women making millions a month proves that OnlyFans is viable and respectable. That is a lie. Shannon was exposed in this case, but in countless others, it’s the women who lose—and those stories never get told. OnlyFans buries those stories while it glorifies the few who rise to the top through a lifestyle built on seduction and illusion.
Shannon was like Mitch, the character from A Streetcar Named Desire who shows interest in Blanche. Mitch fell for Blanche beneath soft lights and sweet talk, thinking she was the kind of woman he could make honest—wholesome and respectable—until he heard the whispers. Maybe Mitch had discipline. Shannon, however, suffered a harsher fate. He was exposed nationally and is now seen as an old pervert who was nearly duped by a girl who had only recently become of legal age. Like Mitch, he saw the truth just before full entrapment. The OnlyFans model moved too fast, got caught in her own web, and exposed herself—name and all. I wonder how she’s doing now. At least she can take her hustle and attempt to rebrand herself, I suppose.
That original LinkedIn post bothered me because it wasn’t just praise—it was blindness. A refusal to confront what’s really being encouraged. We’ve glamorized the transactional. We’ve normalized the hustle. We praise women who sell their bodies for CashApps and Venmos. There’s no shame anymore. The Bible says, “Woe to the world that causes others to sin.” That’s what OnlyFans has been since its inception—a platform to sell sex.
We’ve decided that it’s okay to get a little cash for a cheap flash. I knew a girl who sold pictures of her feet on OnlyFans to pay for a trip. A few quick dollars for foot pictures—it’s all so innocent. Men are so greasy and desperate they’ll buy feet pics online while a real woman is probably asleep next to them in bed.
And just to be clear—Shannon didn’t rape that OnlyFans model. It’s clear they had an inappropriate relationship. The model saw him as a get-rich-quick scheme and set him up. What’s interesting—and painful—is that Black men are falsely accused of rape more often than any other group. That’s not fiction. That’s fact. Here, you have a young girl using a platform to manipulate a Black man by playing the “pay me” card.
It’s unfortunate that in America we’ve created a culture that confuses visibility with value. And in doing so, we’ve sacrificed the things that matter most—integrity, purpose, and truth.
And yet, even with all the money, filters, surgeries, and subscribers, the story still ends the same.
Let’s go back to Blanche and Stella.
In the end, both women lose. Blanche, after all the pretending, chasing, and spiraling, is institutionalized—left to live in a delusion she can no longer control. And Stella? She returns to the very man who abused her. She tries to believe in love, but she’s trapped by the lie. Neither of them wins. One loses her mind; the other loses her freedom.
They are cautionary tales of what happens when women sacrifice their bodies for abusive love, or when they chase after affection through seduction. It’s a tragic testament—but such is the case when society pushes the envelope so far that morality collapses under the weight of performance.
It reminds me of that verse in the Bible, from Exodus, where it says that after Joseph, a new generation arose that did not know God. That’s where we are now.
We live in a time where people no longer have a moral foundation to base their thinking or lifestyle. Where the bottom line isn’t faith, or purpose, or even family—but capital.
OnlyFans is not empowerment. It’s a symptom. It’s what happens when a culture loses its soul and sells its daughters one subscription at a time.
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