My friend Hollie Stevens is a performance artist without being a dick about it. A wisecracking fireball of a person who hangs around with and inspires pornographers, Satanists, clowns, hookers, wrestlers, strippers, and assorted crazies, Hollie’s face is one I look forward to seeing leering into my car.
When I have some generic item about prostitution, for example, I like to use a picture of Hollie checking to see if she left anything in my front seat.
I met Hollie in 2006, I think, and only see her sporadically. I’m pretty sure I met her in Las Vegas, and then I encountered her on the set of the ill-fated porn experiment “Alpha 15,” we drank at Sardo’s and Jumbo’s Clown Room together, and smoked a hookah in San Francisco. I don’t see her enough.
I think this is why she was diagnosed with breast cancer.
“I’ve know that people want to be respectful, but I’ve always been very open with everything that I do and this is just another thing,” she said about her diagnosis and a fundraising effort to help defray expenses from recovery.
Though Stevens, like Nina Hartley, Jessie Lee, and Kimora Klein, has health insurance, the associated financial burden of not being able to work during recovery from her medical procedures is staggering.
To that end, Stevens’ friend January Seraph is hoping to raise $30,000 so that Hollie will be able to pay bills for several months as she recuperates.
“She’d be brutally honest with anyone who asked her about cancer,” Seraph says, “she just wouldn’t ask for any help. So I’ll ask for help for her.”
“January has been doing so much for me,” Stevens says. “I’m very grateful to have a friend like her around.”
Hollie keeps a more or less running tab on her adventures with cancer on her website, but you can just as easily ask her yourself if you see her giving tours of Kink.com in San Francisco, where she will also, until treatment prevents it, continue wrestling people like Dia Zerva into submission on UltimateSurrender.com.
I am confident she will similarly kick the living shit out of cancer, but it’s an expensive fight.
Hollie doesn’t know when she will be visiting Los Angeles again (she was recently here to film a Charlie Sheen spoof), but I offered her some chauffeur services while she was in town.
“I promise I won’t throw up in your car,” she says.
Previously on Porn Valley Observed: If you want to be Hollie Stevens, be Hollie Stevens; Hollie Stevens dodges a bullet
See also: Help Hollie Stevens
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