Bradley Hamilton gave up his day job as a mainstream actor to earn big money as a self-made porn impresarioâand he couldnât be happier. [View in Browser]( [Esquire Sunday Reads]( [I Abandoned a Successful Acting Career to Be an OnlyFans Sex Performer]( I Abandoned a Successful Acting Career to Be an OnlyFans Sex Performer My shooting partners would ask, âWhy donât you show who you are?â I would tell them because my other career is not super accepting of porn. It got to the point where the money in OnlyFans was so good â I was making more than $200,000 a year stunt-cocking â that I decided Iâm gonna go for it and make my own page. I wanted a thing of my own, to have control. Acting, the normal kind, started to feel like a job. I was sick of doing Christmas movies and projects I wasnât excited about. That was seven months ago and itâs been a fantastic decision. OnlyFans has given me a healthier grasp on my sex life. Making sex my career has calmed me down a lot because I have to be more responsible about my sexual health and my reputation. Porn is a small industry; if youâre rude or not on good behavior, people are going to hear about it. I canât put my body at risk or put myself in bad situations. I can turn down sex now. I donât spend all my time approaching women at bars or trying to find a girl off Bumble, which I used to do 24/7. I was never able to relax and enjoy myself. [Read the Full Story]( [MORE FROM ESQUIRE]( [Chris Estrada Is the Hardest Working Man in Comedy]( Chris Estrada Is the Hardest Working Man in Comedy The day Chris Estradaâs life changed started like so many before it: up early, in the car, off to work in a warehouse. Day shifts loading trucks. Day shifts unloading boxes. Years of this. For a while, it was nights, too. Two or three jobs, for nearly two decades. It felt as if this was how the rest of his life would go. It wasnât. On the day Estradaâs life changed, in 2019, heâd been unpacking boxes of clothes all morning. At 12:30, on lunch break, he was in his car when a call came from comedian and producer Fred Armisen. He wanted to work with Estrada on a project that would become This Fool, the Hulu show based loosely on Estradaâs life and tightly on his love of Los Angeles. [Read the Full Story]( [A 700-Mile Road Trip with Emmett Tillâs Only Living Relative]( A 700-Mile Road Trip with Emmett Tillâs Only Living Relative On Tuesday, July 18, Patrick Weems got a call from an official at the Department of the Interior. President Biden, the official told Weems, was planning to designate three sites as a National Monument in honor of Emmett Tillâin just a few days. Weems is the executive director of the Emmett Till Interpretive Center, an educational museum in Sumner, Mississippi, near the spot where Till was tortured and murdered in 1955 at the age of 14 after whistling at a white woman. Since 2017 Weems been campaigning to create a National Park in Tillâs honor. This was the call he had been waiting for. There was suddenly a lot to do. Weems would have to get to Washington, butâmore importantâso would Rev. Wheeler Parker, Jr., who was Emmett Tillâs cousin and best friend, and the last eyewitness to Tillâs abduction. It took us 13 hours to drive him to the White House for this week's historic ceremony. With the help of a sportswriter, a sprinter van, and a bag of peanuts, we made it. [Read the Full Story]( [Please Allow Danny and Michael Philippou To Terrify You]( Please Allow Danny and Michael Philippou To Terrify You Initially, Talk to Me, the new supernatural horror movie from twins Danny and Michael Philippou, was scheduled to be an eight-week production. But when the first-time feature filmmakers opted for promising young Australian talents over proven stars, the budget shrank. The shoot? Reduced to five weeks. Which was fine, doable enoughâuntil the day of the big montage scene. In it, a group of Australian teens takes turns clasping a magical embalmed hand, which in turn makes them possessed by the dead. It's a demonic party game the Philippous wanted to shoot with the quick-cut, laughing gas energy of a drug trip. One problem: they didnât have time to get all the shots they wanted. For the previous 10 years, the Philippous had been making exuberant Internet candy under the YouTube handle RackaRacka. Youâve very likely stumbled across their work. The channel has 6.8 million subscribers, and its videosâin which they imagine, for instance, faceoffs between the characters in Game of Thrones and Lord of the Rings, or Ronald McDonald caught in a pizza delivery car chaseâhave netted over a billion views. Working as an all-hats DIY filmmaking duo, they learned to do it allâand quickly. Racka style. Suffice to say, they got the shots. [Read the Full Story](
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