OK false alarm! The kind folks at California EDD have given me an extension on my unemployment benefits, so while I remain jobless, at least I won't be homeless! The power and internet are staying on, and my SG is paid up through August!

So, I get to continue perving. And there are many of you I would have a hard time living without. I am really happy and encouraged by those of you who responded to my last blog. You people are good to me. I will continue to repay you by continuing to tell you how fucking gorgeous you all are.

OK guys, I think the time has come.

Time for me to leave SG. The main motivator is poverty. I can no longer afford to pay the fees. There are other motivators, but this is the main one.

Some of you I have come to know and talk to. Some I have even met. Some I have tried to meet but failed. Like any community, this place has its bad apples. But some of you are cool beyond belief.

If you're interested, here's how to find me:

Facebook: Mike Bisch
Twitter: Suedehead_Mike
Instagram: Suedehead_Mike

I hope to be back once I start making money again. But if I don't, I've just gone on with my life.

Cheers. Time to find out who my friends are.

OK, I'm about to go on a rant about the selection process for the Front Page. Ready?

I am not sure how much power the SG Model Coordinator has over selection of girls to go Pink/Front Page. I have to assume that she is one of the final decision-makers, if not THE decision-maker. If that's the case - I love Rambo, but....I find it a bit self-indulgent that she would put her own sets on the front page, when other girls have been waiting years for the honor. I think it's double-dipping, a conflict of interest, and embodies everything that's wrong with the selection process, as perceived by ordinary Members. To do it on her birthday makes it look like she's skimming some extra birthday cash from the company, also not a good thing. Perhaps the answer is to make the Model Coordinator position NOT an SG. A neutral party. Keeps it cleaner.

I know this sounds harsh, and I might be talking out of my ass since your guess is as good as mine as to how models are chosen. But, I'm entitled to my opinion. If anyone can shed any light on how this is done so as to enlighten me, please do so. I'd love to be corrected.

A screen grab from today's video shoot:

My band's website just got a major overhaul - check it! New vids, new pics, new words, new stuff!

www.suedeheadband.com

I got stood up AGAIN tonight. I have been stood up more times in 2012 than probably any other year already. What is it about me that makes girls want to just blow me off?

Going to delete this in a minute but had to vent...GRRRR.

Many of you asked what was wrong with me over the last few days. I won't go into it, but I'm in a much better place now. Thank you. Got a little sticky though. I got out of it myself, knowing nobody else would do it.

However, 'the end' DOES refer to the possibility of me leaving SG, which I may have to do as my unemployment insurance payments have ended and I'm still not working, so extreme austerity measures may have to go into effect - such as shutting off my SG access for the duration. I'll let you know if it gets to that. If you care.

In the meantime - my band's newest video debuted today on the website of KROQ-FM, the big alternative radio station here in LA. Check it out:

SUEDEHEAD: "No Pain"

No, I'm not in this one either. But this is the last video with the old bassist in it, I'll be in all future vids. Check it out, it's a good song and a very well done video. If you live in LA, do me a favor and request the song at 800.520.1067. I will personally thank you in the manner of your choice.

Well people, we are getting very close to the end.

A slow, familiar, sunshiney sense of panic is settling in. It has a warm, amber tint to it, as it clouds the corners of my vision. It is so well-known to me that I can almost give it a name, like James or Tom, something I'm so used to seeing that it almost belongs there. It makes me unbalanced and I find it difficult to focus. It lulls me to sleep even when I've had a full night of it. It will eventually bury me, drown me, eat me, pick your metaphor. It will eventually take my limbs and shut off my electricity and internet. It could get me arrested or sued. It's happy to see me and it wants me more than most people do, except for my mother probably, who knows about this stuff.

All you need is love? Shit. All I need is a job.

Panic.

If you have been absent during my struggle, don't expect to be present for my success.