Sometimes over 100 people read my blogs. So, yeah, I’m kind of a celebrity. While I try my best not to let the fame get to my head, I often receive questions from my
mom fans about my daily life as a TFM blogger. To be completely honest, it’s gotten to be too much recently, so I figured I’d clear the air and just answer some frequently asked questions right now. Let’s get into it.
Is it hard to become a TFM blogger?
Well, there are only four of us, so yeah it’s pretty exclusive stuff. Not only do you need to know how to read, but you also have to be willing to make a fool out of yourself on the internet. Lucky for me, I’m really good at one of those things.
How did you get this job?
About a year ago TFM posted a TikTok saying they were looking for interns. I DMed our current head of creative a joke and a little bit about myself. A week later we had a phone call. Then a week after that, he told me that I wasn’t right for the job. Six months later, I begged him to let me write for free. He accepted.
Are you filthy rich?
I wouldn’t say filthy rich, but I do have a Costco membership and Amazon Prime. So yeah, I do pretty well.
How much time do you spend on TikTok everyday?
Enough to drain me of brain cells and make me feel bad about myself, that’s for sure.
Are your parents as proud of you as you expected?
Honestly, they’ve taken it way better than I ever imagined.
Girls must just throw themselves at you, huh?
If by “throw themselves” you mean DM @totalfratmove on Instagram to have their OnlyFans featured, then yeah sometimes. But if you mean “throw” as in sexual activity, then no they do not. Shocking, I know.
Do you ever get nervous that something you write will affect you later in life?
Only when I’m on copious amounts of drugs.
What time do you wake up in the morning?
I don’t. By that time it’s already afternoon.
Do your grandparents like what you do?
Considering I told them I’m in law school, yes they do. Very much so.
What advice would you give to aspiring TFM bloggers?
Go to college, join a frat, engage in objectively stupid debauchery, and start writing about it. If you do it for free long enough, someone may offer to pay at some point. Maybe.