This is the transcript of a video by Onlyfans creator Bri Blossom, talking about how and why she turned to sex work with no regrets to support her husband through his terminal illness:

This is the story of how I became an internet bop in order to support my husband while he was dying of cancer.

So if you watch my last video, you know that we thought there was no cancer left in his body, but it turns out that it had actually metastasized straight to his brain.

I’ve been working as a server slash bartender this whole time.

That was giving me flexibility to care for him and take him to his appointments while still making good money to pay, you know, the extra bills.

And he was still working full time through all this, mind you. Yeah, but after COVID and the first lockdowns were lifted, the restaurant I was working at had new management who were much less understanding of kind of my situation. Ended up using the one and only time I had to ever call out, uh, against me and made it so that I couldn’t make money after that. I remember at the end of that shift where it was just like, I just worked a double, and it was horrible. Like, yeah, the management sucked so bad. I looked at my coworker and I was like, I would rather do OnlyFans than this.

I would so much rather do that. And then I quit that day. I quit, and I was like, okay, I’m all in. I’m gonna do it.

So I spent about a month or so. Yeah, like, a month, six weeks after I quit. Just studying the top creators at the time and seeing what they were doing, how they were successful. And at the end of that rabbit hole, I was like, I can do this.

And you know what? I am.

There is no try, there is no fail, because I’m about to expose myself to however many people end up saying this.

So I will not, not be successful at this. There’s no other… No other option for me.

I was very determined, and my husband and I were in a very dark place, mentally, both of us, because, I mean, the cancer is back in his brain.

Like, he was back on treatment. He never really got a break from treatment. For three and a half years. The three and a half years that he had cancer before he passed, he was in active treatment basically the whole time.

Yeah. Not in a great place. And I did not want him to have to work anymore. And I knew that if I stuck my head down and grinded and just worked really hard, that I could do it. And I did.

Like, the second month, I was doing like, the first month, I think I made like, 15 bucks, and the second month, 12,000. At one point, I was making six figures a month.

Yeah. It allowed me to literally give my husband the freedom to go. To quit his job. To not worry about finances at all, me or him. One of his biggest stresses about dying was, like, there was no life insurance.

Like we were young, his biggest worry was that I was not going to be able to sufficiently support myself.

Becoming a bop has absolutely enabled it so that I was able to support him and I during the worst time of our life, and then also support myself during the worst time of my life after he died.

I will never regret being a bop specifically because if for no other reason, it enabled him to live out his final years much more peacefully and much less stressed, and getting to do whatever he and I wanted. Like, we travelled so much, we did so many. We went skydiving, we went, like, the bucket list items that we would never would have been able to do or afford to do without the income I was bringing in.

So I can never regret being a bop specifically for that reason.

Linguistic note: the word “bop” has a long history in music, with roots going back to bebop but with a modern social media resurgence in reference to catchy, enjoyable, danceable tunes of all kinds. However, it also has several quite recent non-musical meanings. Bri is using it here as a recently-emergent social media slang term for an online sex worker. One possibly-folk etymology makes it out to be an acronym for “baddy on point” but there’s another fairly-recent derogatory sense in which “bop” has connotations of promiscuity or sluttiness, from which usage the OnlyFans/sexwork usage seems to have been quite deliberately reclaimed. (This paragraph is my synthesis of about fifteen minutes of amateur etymological research, and properly deserves about a dozen footnotes, which you aren’t getting, sorry not sorry.)

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