From OnlyFans to only Jesus: Finding good news in the world of selling girls online.
Issue 8, May 2026
Hi there! My name is Victoria Sinis, and I want to share with you the story of how I was involved with OnlyFans and got radically saved by Jesus two years ago.
I grew up in the eastern suburbs of Melbourne, Australia. A lot of my recollections of my early life are somewhat blurry, but I do remember that I struggled with my identity, feeling disliked, insecure, unseen and unloved.
When I got older, I believed that the solution to my insecurity was financial success. By the time I was in my early twenties, I was grinding 80-100-hour work weeks, sacrificing everything to make money.
One day, a friend got in touch. She had decided to start up something called an OnlyFans agency. Did I want to be involved?
Like so many people, I had heard of OnlyFans but was unaware of the reality of what it is. I thought, I don’t know, but this seems like a good thing. Lots of people I know have OnlyFans. This will make me a lot of money, so I don’t see why not.
My role was marketing. I would make a girl go viral on social media through content that was acceptable on mainstream platforms. Men would view the posts, which influenced their algorithms and led them to the explicit content on the girls’ OnlyFans accounts.
This was incredibly intentional. It’s hard to explain the enormous amount of behind-the- scenes infrastructure that goes into promoting OnlyFans, but it is all designed to target men and lure them to girls’ accounts so that companies make money.
Our agency also hired someone who specialised in studying algorithms and trends. He would send us content for the girls to recreate every day, and give us the tools we needed to build our marketing division. The business gained traction and started to grow fast.
But things were about to take a turn very quickly.
Although I had been promoting the girls through social media, I had never seen the back end of the explicit OnlyFans platform itself. But as the business expanded, we began a restructure that meant I had to manage not only the girls’ social media, but also some of the content on their actual OnlyFans accounts.
At this point, it clicked for me for the first time that we were selling full-on pornography. I also started to understand the reality of what OnlyFans agencies do. A big feature of the platform is that subscribers can have message conversations with the girl who is sending them explicit content. So, agencies employ people to have conversations pretending to be the girl. That way, she can engage with a larger volume of subscribers. I had to view the pornography girls were sending to people, read explicit conversations, train employees in having these conversations, and even pretend to be the girls myself.
The exact moment my heart began breaking at this job was when I looked at one of our top creators and realised that my niece would one day be her age. If my niece did this, I would be devastated, I thought. But that girl on the screen is someone’s daughter, too.
I felt disgusted. It was messed up, gross and deeply wrong. I couldn’t believe that we had been telling these girls that this was success. This was the pinnacle of achievement. This was what they should leave ‘real’ opportunities for!
I began to tell people in the agency how I was feeling. Our algorithm specialist said he knew it was wrong, but he was making money so he could eventually do what he really wanted. Someone told me it was like having a room for heroin addicts—just like people needed a safe place to do drugs, we were giving people a safe place to do porn.
This messed with me. My guilt and shame became overwhelming, and I started using alcohol and drugs to cope. Nothing made me feel better. I was sure that what we were doing was wrong.
What could I do that is so good, it might offset all the bad I am doing? I wondered. Eventually, I googled a church and signed up for its refugee outreach. A week later, I got a call from their young adults pastor.
I agreed to meet her at the church on a Thursday afternoon, thinking it was part of the process for helping refugees. Before going inside, I sat in my car for a long time. Voices in my head were saying, “You can’t go in there—you’re such a bad person!” But something inside me said, “Victoria, there is someone in there waiting for you. Just go in.”
So I did.
I sat with the pastor for hours and told her my entire life story. I explained that I sold pornography, that everyone said it was ok, that somehow it felt wrong. She simply listened and invited me to come to church.
That Sunday, I cannot fully explain what happened. A guest speaker had come to talk about the pornification of our culture and the damage it was doing to young people. As she spoke, I felt my heart breaking. She said, “Christians are supposed to be the salt and light of the earth, and we have failed. We are destroying the next generation.”
In that moment, something shifted. Head knowledge dropped into my heart. I knew for the first time, I’m not crazy. What we are doing is wrong.
After the service, I ran up to her and said, “Hi, my name is Victoria. I work for an OnlyFans agency, and I hate myself.”
The speaker showed me incredible kindness and invited me to lunch. We talked for hours about ‘ethical’ pornography, female empowerment and everything else. She answered my questions honestly, with no judgment. I walked away thinking one thing: I don’t know what this Jesus thing is, but I need to follow it.
Five days later, I quit the OnlyFans agency. Eight weeks later, I was sober and baptised. Since then, I have spent almost every day travelling the world, speaking about the reality of OnlyFans and sharing the story of how Jesus radically saved my life.