Is there anything more out of touch with reality than celebrity memoirs? How about one that came out in the last stretch of some horny Alaskan teen’s fifteen minutes of fame?

James J. Siegel of Guywriters has invited me to participate in a fundraiser for the San Francisco non-profit, male-driven writing group happening Monday, March 19 at the Elbo Room.

A pop literary romp hosted by James and Baruch Porras-Hernandez, Yep, They Said It: Celebrities in Their Own Words brings together funny fuckers to read verbatim from some of the “sleaziest, trashiest and tackiest books ever written” by famous people.

Sleazy, trashy and tacky? Well, I have decided to read an excerpt from the memoir of none other than America’s favorite fame-whoring horndog heartthrob, bewildered baby daddy, Playgirl pin-up, and Sarah Palin’s presidential fuck-up: Levi Johnston.

His memoir, the appropriately titled Deer in the Headlights: My Life in Sarah Palin’s Crosshairs, is an insipid counter-argument to abstinence education, narrating the baby-making process with his once and former “babe,” Bristol Palin. The Alaskan “twunk” documents screwing Bristol in her bedroom, in the Palin’s shower, in the backyard jacuzzi, in the woods and even while on the campaign trail.

Other readers on Monday night include: Heklina, Joshua Grannell (a.k.a. Peaches Christ), Fernando Ventura (Fernando & Greg Show), BAR editor Jim Provenzano and NY Times columnist and good friend, Scott James.

“Yep, They Said It: Celebrities in Their Own Words”: Monday, March 19 from 7pm to 9pm at the Elbo Room (647 Valencia Street).