For a woman who built her empire on controversy, interviewing Bonnie Blue should have been child’s play.
After all, she’s famous for having sex with 1,000 men in a day and turning that stunt into her trademark. For Bonnie – real name Tia Billinger – outrage is her art form.
Yet what followed was an over-managed, stop-start circus – easily the most farcical ordeal I’ve faced as a journalist.
It began innocently enough. I was offered an interview with the adult star to coincide with the release of her new documentary, ‘1,000 Men and Me: The Bonnie Blue Story’.
I jumped at the chance – I was determined to understand Bonnie Blue. I enjoy sex as much as anyone – probably more – but Bonnie operates on a level that seems both sordid and sad. I wanted to know what drives her. Or who hurt her.
With the chat locked in, I was excited.
Then came the first email from her publicist: a cheerful greeting, swiftly followed by a lengthy list of banned topics. No Lily Phillips, no mention of her OnlyFans ban, and money was only allowed to be discussed in terms of ‘brand success’.
Eye-roll.
DailyMail+ columnist Jana Hocking spoke to Bonnie Blue after multiple delays and conditions were imposed on their interview. At the end of their chat, Bonnie made a revealing comment
‘I enjoy sex as much as anyone, probably more, but Bonnie operates on a level that seems both sordid and sad. I needed to know what drives her,’ Jana writes
Worst of all, I had to submit my entire list of questions in advance. For Christ’s sake, I was interviewing a porn star, not handling state secrets.
All these demands from a woman whose career is founded on gangbangs.
I gritted my teeth and played along, sending over carefully sanitised questions about ‘success’ and ‘entrepreneurship’. The list got the green light. I received a Zoom link. Monday night was set – at least, so I thought.
On the Sunday before, the Daily Mail dropped a bombshell: an interview with Bonnie’s mother-in-law with the headline, ‘Why I can’t wait for my son to divorce Bonnie Blue.’
It was explosive stuff. Allegations of control, humiliation and a refusal to share any of her £34million (AU$69million) fortune with the husband she’d cuckolded hundreds of times.
By Monday morning, my interview had mysteriously shifted to Thursday. No reason was given. Then came another email: please add ‘divorce’ to the no-go list.
And then another: ‘Sorry, me again, Jana… Annie Knight is also off-limits.’ Annie, of course, is Australia’s answer to Bonnie Blue – apparently they don’t get along.
At that point, I half expected them to ban me from using the word ‘sex’ altogether.
Bonnie Blue’s new documentary is fascinating – but I wouldn’t recommend watching it on a flight like I did
Banned from discussing her divorce or her mother-in-law’s furious interview with the Mail, instead I asked Bonnie what it felt like when people from her past came out of the woodwork and tried to ‘rewrite her story’. Immediately, I could sense her anger. I saw the real Bonnie Blue
It felt absurd. I pictured her team scrambling to block every possible headline, desperately muffling anything controversial. For someone who lives for shock and spectacle, the level of paranoia was astonishing.
On the day of the rescheduled interview, I flew from Sydney to Brisbane and, rather foolishly, chose to watch the documentary on the plane. Big mistake.
For 52 minutes, everyone behind me got a free peep show – graphic orgies, body parts everywhere, and Bonnie in full, unfiltered flight.
Yes, it was surprisingly insightful – and worth watching – but it also featured an unrelenting display of nudity. What else would you expect?
The elderly woman in the seat next to me looked shell-shocked – I could only offer an apologetic shrug and keep watching. I was on deadline.
The documentary was fascinating. Bonnie insists gangbangs are her kink – fine. But what struck me was how… present she appeared. She was never spaced out or vacant. There was no thousand-yard stare that offered a glimpse into the broken girl behind those bright blue eyes. She was utterly engaged, and loving every minute of it.
Her intelligence was clear. She runs her porn empire like a tech start-up, with stylists, videographers and publicists at her disposal. She knows more about branding than most CEOs. (That’s exactly what her team hoped I’d say.)
![Bonnie insists gangbangs are her kink. '[Sex] doesn't always have to be candlelight and rose petals,' she tells me](https://i.dailymail.co.uk/1s/2025/10/03/03/102661325-15157779-Bonnie_insists_gangbangs_are_her_kink-a-53_1759460195536.jpg)
Bonnie insists gangbangs are her kink. ‘[Sex] doesn’t always have to be candlelight and rose petals,’ she tells me
But what really caught me off guard? Amid all the grand ambitions, wild stunts and relentless sex, Bonnie confessed her biggest dream was to appear on I’m a Celebrity… Get Me Out of Here!
The world’s most notorious porn star wants to eat bugs on TV alongside soap actors, Page 3 girls and Goggleboxers. She wants to be mainstream. She wants to be so famous, even your grandmother has heard of her. I think she’s already achieved that.
Leading up to the Zoom chat, I quickly realised Bonnie’s team didn’t want an interview at all – they wanted a puff piece. They wanted me to hand her a microphone to promote her documentary, unchallenged.
Well… I wasn’t about to do that, was I?
Finally, the day of the interview arrived. Nervously, I checked my email every minute, expecting another reschedule or something else completely benign to add to my list of banned topics. Nothing. We were on.
‘My kink is gangbangs,’ was one of the first things Bonnie said to me. We were off to a flying start.
‘That’s genuinely my kink. My first one happened by mistake at spring break… I was laughing just as much as I was receiving pleasure. It doesn’t always have to be candlelight and rose petals. For me, it was fun, social – even funny. That’s when I realised I really enjoy this and I wanted to do more.’
She went on: ‘I did a gangbang in the U.S. with about 50 professional porn stars and I actually found that harder than the 1,000 [ordinary] men. I underestimated it. With the professionals, they knew exactly what they were doing and they went hard. I thought maybe I’d tap out then, but I handled it. The 1,000 was easier in comparison.’
I didn’t once get the sense that this was an act or that something traumatic had caused Bonnie’s hypersexuality. She is simply a woman who loves group sex and would do it for free – but getting paid to do it is even better.
Next, I brought up the subject of her Australia ban. She was barred from entering the country for four years after a petition against her gathered tens of thousands of signatures in a matter of days.
She breezily told me she’s counting down the days until she can return Down Under – and when her ban is lifted, she won’t come quietly.
I was banned from asking Bonnie about fellow porn star Annie Knight (right), with whom she reportedly had a falling-out earlier this year
‘If I ever come back, I’ll make it with a literal bang,’ she promised. ‘It’ll be the craziest return and then I’ll drop the mic, and say goodbye.’
And here’s where I couldn’t resist a detour. Her divorce was off-limits – meaning I wasn’t allowed to ask for her response to her mother-in-law’s interview with the Mail – but I decided to go there anyway… in a roundabout way.
Choosing my words carefully – knowing the officious publicist was hosting the Zoom call – I asked Bonnie what it felt like when people from her past came out of the woodwork and tried to ‘rewrite her story’.
Immediately, I could sense her anger.
‘It just gets boring,’ she snarled.
‘People make stories up because they’re unhappy with their own lives. Instead of looking in the mirror, they point at me because I’m visible.
‘I’ve even had people I used to know go to journalists with fake stories. They think they’re rewriting my narrative, but it isn’t true. It just makes me feel sorry for them.’
Her venom was unmistakable. For all her bravado, the question had truly rattled her.
In that moment, the mask slipped. I saw the real Bonnie – at her most genuine.
The truth is, Bonnie is a master of rage bait – and she’s used to being the one making others rage. For years, she has been poking the hive – infuriating her in-laws, media, feminists, governments, fellow sex workers. Now the hive is stinging back.
While she may project a love of notoriety, I believe Bonnie has recently learned the painful lesson that provocation isn’t a one-way street.
Her team expected me to review her documentary as if it were Citizen Kane. But what Bonnie gave me instead was a portrait of contradiction. A woman who has slept with more than 1,000 men on camera, but bristles at the mention of a rival.
A woman who claims she has no limits, but whose team flooded my inbox with warnings and demands. A woman who insists that nothing rattles her, while simultaneously scrambling to control every narrative.
In the end, that’s the most fascinating thing about Bonnie Blue. Not her stunts, not her body count – but the cracks that are starting to show in her façade.
And, oddly, it made me warm to her.
Because behind the ‘extreme challenges’ – the polite term OnlyFans uses to describe her content – I saw proof that she is human after all.
She bruises. She cares.
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