ONLY FANS FOR WRITERS

On money, meaning, and the messy art of making a living through words

In Spain, a maths teacher and mum became an OnlyFans millionaire.

She began by sharing her cycling hobby on Instagram — a male-dominated sport. She noticed that when her shirt was a little undone (because hey, cycling is sweaty stuff), her followers got a little sweaty too. So, she followed that interest to its natural conclusion. In one year, she now makes what she would have earned in a lifetime teaching maths to children in her community.

She’s supported by her husband and children. And in our very rational, money-focused society, she’s accepted and celebrated by most:
“What a great businesswoman!”

“Hey, maybe I’m the schmuck over here.
I can’t afford a house, and I get up every day to do a job I don’t like. Good for her.”

But we’re living in a time where we have to think very carefully about what we consider right and wrong — because our culture has taken us so far off course that we can hardly see straight.

Modern feminism would applaud this woman, with no thought for how it might impact her family’s subconscious mind — no concern that we’ve lost yet another public professional to pornography.

Alongside these odd ideals, we also have newspapers that only like certain kinds of news — the kind that terrifies us instead of lifts us up. News that tears us apart instead of bringing us together. News that looks back at our ancestors as uneducated fools who couldn’t grasp that men are women and women are men.
Not like us, emotionally alert intellectuals.
Not like us — who know so much better.

I had a job for a few months translating clickbait news from Spanish into English. I quit when I realised the rubbish I was participating in. People wanted gore. People wanted horror. People wanted the worst.
A shiver ran through my spine when I wondered where, and if, it would ever end.

I’m a writer. So I value words. I tried to pitch positive stories to newspapers, but no one seemed to want joy. No one wanted hope.
It’s one horrific disaster after another — and if it isn’t, we’ll sell it that way anyway. You bet your bottom dollar!

So I thought I’d try traditional book publishing. Tell the truth as I see it. I’ve sent close to a hundred emails, I’m sure. But I stopped after reading this line over and over again on publisher websites:
“We welcome stories from Indigenous persons, LGBTQ+ communities, and persons of colour.”

Firstly — it’s people.
And secondly — I will not participate in discrimination of any kind. And I certainly won’t participate in the discrimination of my own kind.

Not for a million dollars.

And then I found Substack.
It was like a ray of sun hitting your face on a chilly day.
Open-minded humans. The glory of The Word — and words in general. A love of people and spirit over the constant splitting of us into endless identities — a slow atomic bomb blowing us all apart.

And I thanked God.

But Substack works a little like Only Fans…

Only a tiny slice of Substack writers make the lion’s share of the money — the rest are writing for love, not income. The top 10 newsletters alone generate millions annually, while most writers earn less than $100 per month.

I don’t even write for love anymore. I write out of need.
The need to speak my mind about where we’re headed.
The need to celebrate the masculine, the feminine, motherhood, community, nature, God. The Truth asks this of me.

I want to do my best with this calling. I don’t want to mess it up because I’m tired from taking on extra work to pay the bills.

Outside of being a mother, wife, and active community member… this is my work. This I’m sure of.

I know I’m talking about money, so I can feel you drifting off… but stay with me, dear reader. Stay with me.

If you see value in this work I do (in the world I’ve described above) — I’d be so grateful for your support as a paid subscriber.

I’ve set the yearly membership to $50 AUD (about 29 euros) — the lowest amount possible. Because hey, I’m not Netflix.

But 50 Australian dollars? That’s a cheap meal out with a friend for a year’s worth of content.

That’s what I’m asking — from those of you who think writers still matter, here and now.

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I hope to bring light back to the concepts of:

• Marriage

• Motherhood

• Masculinity

• Modern Culture

• Myth

• Community

• Beauty

• And let’s not forget… Truth

I would be so honored to be your writer.

In this mad modern world, I love the idea of bringing back the concept of patrons — a world in which you, the reader, have the power.
Not the publishers.
Not the politicians.
The patrons.

I will still be making my work shareable for everyone because these ideas are meant to create discussion, but as a patron, I will be creating a community chat group where I will be listening to your topic requests. They will be my priority.

Aside from my weekly articles and daily notes, I’m working on an epic romance novel…I will be sending signed copies of it to all of the patrons before it’s available online.

If you’re not ready to go paid— no worries. The free version isn’t going anywhere. But if you’ve gotten value out of this newsletter, I’d love to have you along for the full ride.

And I’ll finish with one of my favourite quotes from Lynne Twist’s book, The Soul Of Money…

“What you appreciate, appreciates.”

Thank you for reading — and thank you for helping me on this mission.

Abigail