True to the OnlyFans stereotype, most of the chats were overtly sexual. I had to wade into several prosaic fantasies about babysitters and office blowjobs, some of which included laughably florid professions of love for me. I couldn’t help but ponder how disappointed these men would be if they could somehow see me sitting in my home office, sipping hibiscus tea as I typed out commands for them to manipulate their genitalia or deposit their semen on certain parts of my body. The most surreal moment came as I noticed the faint sounds of my daughter and her puppy watching Bluey together down the hall, right as a subscriber was waxing poetic about how much he wanted to eat a macaron from between my ass cheeks; the juxtaposition made me question the entire course of my life.

I was paywalled, it wasn't pretty

https://archive.is/www.wired.com/story/i-went-undercover-secret-onlyfans-chatter-wasnt-pretty/

https://web.archive.org/web/20240612235653/https://www.wired.com/story/i-went-undercover-secret-onlyfans-chatter-wasnt-pretty/

Firefox reader mode.

Not for me.

404 makes sad.

It was certainly an article of it's sort