
EXCLUSIVE Mormon mom who was outed as OnlyFans star details dark underbelly of the religion
Holly Jane, 42, originally from California, spent years living a 'double life' - making tens of thousands of dollars a month selling sultry snaps of herself on the adult site while keeping her raunchy career hidden from the members of her community.
But in 2022, Holly's OnlyFans account was exposed and she was kicked out of the church, and the backlash from her peers was so intense that she eventually decided to move to a new town in a bid to start over.
Now, Holly has spoken exclusively with the Daily Mail about the dark underbelly of the Mormon religion, laying bare the immense 'pressure' put on members to act a certain way.
She explained that there are 'unwritten' rules that control everything from the way you 'dress' to how you 'speak.'
She also claimed that women have to 'suppress' themselves and that intimacy is fiercely shunned, leading to 'unhealthy' views on sex.
While chatting with the Daily Mail, Holly recalled her entire world being turned upside down after her OnlyFans career was exposed and she was excommunicated from the church.
'Honestly, I felt empty. Despite all the memories, and all the time I had spent – none of it mattered,' she said.
Holly Jane, 42, from California, spent years living a 'double life' - selling sultry snaps of herself on the adult site while keeping her raunchy career a secret from the members of her church
'That warm feeling I had for the people in that church, the connection I thought we shared – it turned out to be one-sided. I cared more than they did.
'I moved and cut ties with them all, and no one ever called or reached out... I've experienced a lot of loss.'
Holly slammed the 'double standard' in the religion, pointing out that many Mormon influencers have confessed to 'soft-swinging' - where couples engage in sexual activity with other couples - but were not kicked out of the church.
'People pick and choose who to judge and who to protect, and in a community built on values like accountability and forgiveness, it feels unfair that some are cast out while others are shielded,' she scathed.
'But life isn't fair and at the end of the day, each bishop makes decisions based on what's brought to him. That's just how it goes.'
It's no secret that the Mormon religion has strict rules for its members, including no alcohol, tobacco, coffee, porn, and sex outside of marriage, amongst other things.
Members are also expected to dress modestly - but Holly said it's much more than that.
'Even married adults are expected to suppress parts of themselves. Modesty stops being just about clothing – it becomes about personality, presence, even how confidently you walk into a room,' she said.
'There's constant pressure to shrink, to fit into some invisible "appropriate" box – or risk being labeled rebellious or unworthy.
'I'm a grown woman. I'm a mom. Embracing my sexuality isn't shameful – it's empowering. It doesn't take away from my faith or values.
'But in Mormonism, especially for women, boldness is threatening. That's what's unhealthy. It teaches guilt and hiding, even into adulthood.'
She said the rules extend way beyond what you can and can't consume, and claimed there's an intense 'pressure,' especially on women, to act a certain way.
'There's an unwritten rulebook – how many kids to have, when to marry, how involved to be,' she shared.
'It's not in the doctrine, but if you don't follow it, you're judged. Culture over commandments. Bishops (male leaders) hear everything.
'We're told how to dress, speak, act, and what kind of wife and mother to be – all while suppressing huge parts of who we are.'
She said members of the church are expected to 'confess' any bad thoughts they've had to their bishop, who in reality, is just a 'regular guy with no mental health training.'
'Imagine being 16 and having to explain your sexual thoughts to a middle-aged man,' she said.
According to Holly, girls are taught from a young age that showing too much skin could 'cause someone else to sin,' which she said 'creates a twisted sense of responsibility for men's thoughts.'
'Women learn to shrink, hide, stay quiet – and that doesn't disappear in adulthood,' scathed the single mom.
Holly believes she's not the only one has broken the Mormon rules in secret, in fact, she believes there are many others like her who are committing acts that would be frowned upon by the church without their knowledge just like she was.
'That pressure builds. Eventually, people push back – quietly or loudly, like I did,' she added.
'What I'm doing isn't so different – I just chose to stop hiding. I know a lot of women who wish they could too, but they're scared of losing family, friends, and their Church standing. So yes – it's more common than people think.
'On the outside, Mormon families look perfect – Pinterest homes, polished kids, church smiles.
'But behind closed doors, there's pressure, anxiety, depression, and hidden addictions.
'You're taught to protect the Church's reputation at all costs – even if it means suffering silently.'
She explained that despite not agreeing with all of the Mormon views, she still practices the religion and is trying to be accepted into the church in her new town
Holly relocated from Oregon to Texas after her OnlyFans career was exposed, and she was sent an official letter listing the things she could no longer do, including taking part in sacraments and entering the temple.
But she explained that despite not agreeing with all of the Mormon views, she still practices the religion and is trying to be accepted into the church in her new town.
'I felt like there was an emptiness since I stopped attending [church]. But I'll never stop [my OnlyFans career],' she shared.
'I enjoy it, and I see it as a calling so I'm not asking the bishop's permission – he can keep his opinions to himself.'
In the end, she hopes by sharing her story it can help other Mormon women to embrace their sexuality and not feel ashamed.
'I'm not here to tear down anyone's beliefs. I just want women to know they're allowed to be whole – spiritual, sexual, expressive – and still worthy of love, faith, and community,' she concluded.
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