thedailywhat:

Unfriendly Skies of the Day: Actress and musician Leisha Hailey, best known for her role as Alice Pieszecki on Showtime’s critically acclaimed drama The L Word, told her 10k Twitter followers today that she was kicked off a Southwest Airlines flight for snogging her girlfriend.
Hailey demands a public apology from Southwest, claiming she has audio and video of “a lot of their actions.”
On their official website, Southwest claims that they “take pride in our outreach and commitment to the GLBT community,” and provide as an example the fact that they are “the official airline of the Gay & Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation” and other GLBT organizations.
[@leisha_hailey / ontd.]
UPDATE: Southwest issued a statement on the incident, saying “several passengers” complained of “excessive” affection, forcing them to act out of concern “for the comfort of all Customers on board.”
The statement goes on to suggest that some heated words were exchanged between crew members and the Hailey party, which they felt were “better resolved on the ground, as opposed to in flight.”

thedailywhat:

Unfriendly Skies of the Day: Actress and musician Leisha Hailey, best known for her role as Alice Pieszecki on Showtime’s critically acclaimed drama The L Word, told her 10k Twitter followers today that she was kicked off a Southwest Airlines flight for snogging her girlfriend.

Hailey demands a public apology from Southwest, claiming she has audio and video of “a lot of their actions.”

On their official website, Southwest claims that they “take pride in our outreach and commitment to the GLBT community,” and provide as an example the fact that they are “the official airline of the Gay & Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation” and other GLBT organizations.

[@leisha_hailey / ontd.]

UPDATE: Southwest issued a statement on the incident, saying “several passengers” complained of “excessive” affection, forcing them to act out of concern “for the comfort of all Customers on board.”

The statement goes on to suggest that some heated words were exchanged between crew members and the Hailey party, which they felt were “better resolved on the ground, as opposed to in flight.”

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This one time I painted a living room with a girl.
This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before  the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted  the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living  room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched  Anchorman or something after that.
But it still holds as on of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t  get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it  ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because  it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly  across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth  and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more  often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the  birdhouse in the back yard more.
Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will  inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But  when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and  appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load  on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce  Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind  every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason  to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves  us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.
That’s what love is. Attention to detail.
And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it  might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might  hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one  day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.
But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time. She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.
But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:
One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold  of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever  did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning  spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that -  gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She  won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll  smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile,  uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that  you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist,  scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.
And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.

This one time I painted a living room with a girl.

This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.

But it still holds as on of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard more.

Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.

That’s what love is. Attention to detail.

And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.

But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.
She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.
She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time.
She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.

But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:

One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.

And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.

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thedailywhat:

Boy Toy of the Day: Allan: He’s Ken’s buddy.
Also: All of Ken’s clothes fit him.
[reddit.]

thedailywhat:

Boy Toy of the Day: Allan: He’s Ken’s buddy.

Also: All of Ken’s clothes fit him.

[reddit.]

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HNNNG need a huge dose of Alex/Eric/sexybeast.

fyonafinn:

HNNNG need a huge dose of Alex/Eric/sexybeast.

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jonwithabullet:

yo! yo! cat beat motherfucker!

jonwithabullet:

yo! yo! cat beat motherfucker!

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