Sophie Anderson didn’t waste time with proper pleasantries.


“Hello, my lover!” Anderson, one half of the Cock Destroyers, a porn-promo-turned-gay-Twitter-phenomenon greeted me through a crackly Zoom call.


She was sitting in the front seat of her car, presumably somewhere in her native England, equipped with her newly adopted puppy, a mango smoothie and her boyfriend, the late Damien Oliver, aka former footballer Oliver Spedding, who died in November 2023.


Anderson would follow a few short weeks later, passing away unexpectedly in December. She was just 36 years old.



Yet a year and a half earlier in June 2022, Anderson was full of excitement and energy, eagerly sharing the details of her upcoming trip to Belgium, where she planned on going camping — and under the knife. “We’ve got our little puppy, Bull’s Eye, who’s 11 weeks, and yeah, we are just living life,” she explained to me, before turning to more pressing matters. “So I lost my implant in my boob.”


Weeks before our chat — one originally set to promote her OutTV LGBTQ+ sex education series, F*cking Smart, with drag legend Willam —  she had popped one of her 32JJ breast implants while taking a shower, an incident underlined with sepsis, pain, and existential questions surrounding her career.



But even as she wondered whether she’d be able to work again, her worries were ultimately moot.



To those not familiar with Queer Twitter, Anderson was an adult actress famed for her cartoonish looks, massive tits and apparent passion for gangbangs. Yet to me and several other queer people, she was more than just a porn maven. Anderson, alongside fellow Cock Destroyer, adult performer Rebecca Moore, skyrocketed to queer stardom seemingly overnight. Their long blonde hair, massive red lips and unapologetic passion for cock and girl power cemented them as Queer Twitter’s favorite new characters. With their videos touting their cock destroying prowess and reality series Slag Wars, the pair achieved in a matter of months what an entire legion of up-and-coming-pop-princesses spend their entire careers fighting for: certifiable gay icon status.


“At the end of the day, I wouldn’t be where I am now if it wasn’t for the LGBTQ+ community,” Anderson, an out-and-proud pansexual, once said in a message thanking her fans. “It makes me feel really, really, privileged to be part of the community. Especially, as I go through my own struggles, and I have been bullied for my own sexuality so I really know how it feels.”


This genuine appreciation — alongside her apparent passion for LGBTQ+ sex education — inspired me to schedule our interview, one thinly veiled as a beauty e-commerce piece to nab my editor’s approval. But it wasn’t until we sat down camera-to-camera that I caught a fleeting glimpse into the eye of Hurricane Sophie, a swirling, neon-colored playground filled with sex, love and the desire to make it, goddamnit.


I clung to her every word as she pitched chapstick for dicks and clits — ChapClit? — as her dream beauty product, and I listened with admiration — and confusion  — as she transformed a question delving into her pre-taping beauty routine into an anecdote on attempting to break into the haunted Cecil Hotel. “We tried to get in there babe, but it was totally, totally locked up,” she said several minutes into her rant. “But what we decided is that when we go back is that we’re going to really, really try to get in there. Because we’ve literally just watched a documentary on Netflix and we were like, oh my God, we so want to get in there.”


In a moment that felt straight out of a satire-soaked Y2K America’s Next Top Model interview challenge, she spun a question about the broader message of F*cking Smart into an impromptu jam session, singing the chorus of her and Oliver’s upcoming track. “Do what you want to do, say what you want to say, and be who you want to be,” Anderson sang. It’s unclear whether the song was ever released.


Either way, Sophie Anderson was a force to be reckoned with. She was loud and proud in everything she did — even sit-down interviews. She knew who she was and what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to reach for it, traits that made her a lovably cartoonish presence, and most importantly, a beacon of hope for so many queer women. If she could love herself, unapologetically, then so can we — it’s the least we could do to honor her beautifully sexed-up legacy.


So while we may not know the intricacies of the afterlife, one thing is certain — as Cock Destroyers fan @goldisacks so aptly put it, “if there is a god he’s getting SUCKED rn.”