Thứ Hai, 29 tháng 8, 2016

Sarah Paulson Might Be Dating Holland Taylor

Holland recently admitted to dating a younger woman.

In a new interview with WNYC, actress Holland Taylor, known for everything from Legally Blonde to Two and a Half Men to The L Word, revealed that she's in a relationship with a woman. "I haven't come out because I am out," she said. "I live out." She decided to keep her girlfriend's name secret, saying only that there's "a very big age difference" between the two of them, but as Dlisted and Autostraddle note, there's one likely candidate: Sarah Paulson of American Horror Story fame. The pair have been photographed together in public quite a bit recently and also have a habit of favoriting tweets about each other, like these: 
Or posting things like these:
Whether or not Holland's dating Sarah, it's clear that whoever she's dating is making her really happy. "It's the most wonderful extraordinary thing that could have ever possibly happened in my life," she said in the WNYC interview, adding that they've had "casual" conversations about marriage. Pray that they've also had casual conversations about Holland guest-starring on American Horror Story, because that needs to happen. 
Resource: cosmopolitan.com

I Fart in Front of My Husband

Bodily functions are what took our relationship to the next level.



All of a sudden, I felt it seep out of me. 
I was on the all-important third date with a very cute guy. Things had been going well so far. We went out for dinner and had just returned to his apartment. Then, mid-cuddle, a bout of flatulence I couldn't quite control took hold. 
Startled and embarrassed, I abruptly rushed to the bathroom. I tried to catch my breath and gain my composure, chastising myself for eating the whole burrito, but much to my chagrin, it only got worse. I clogged his toilet. 
An incident this mortifying can make or break a couple. I was sure this would be the humiliating demise of a potentially blossoming relationship. Instead, the foul odor I produced only brought out the sweetness, compassion, and humor in both of us. 
Seven years later, we got married.
Acknowledging a natural human function is an essential part of life. Crap literally happens. To all of us. If honesty and openness are key components to any healthy relationship, why hide the inevitable? If you and your partner are dedicated to telling each other everything, why leave out the most basic component of your biology? Because society deems it gross and unseemly? Cultural taboos are dumb. Gendered expectations (think: "real ladies don't talk about farts" or even worse, "real ladies don't fart") are even dumber. It's time to break down the stereotypes, stigmas, and shame that accompany gastrointestinal biology so we can normalize our bodies. And I'm now proud to do that, even if it's just within the confines of my personal relationship. Shifting social standards have to start somewhere, why not at home?
It might have taken me a lot longer to learn that vital lesson if I hadn't been with someone so accepting of who I am, and I mean all of who I am. Someone who knocked on the bathroom door on that third date after I had been in there for 10 minutes trying to fix the flusher and asked if everything was alright. In my moment of desperation, I broke down and tearily told him the truth. At first he sighed. Then he laughed. Then he called his building's super and blamed it on his roommate. Then he gave me a hug. While we hadn't yet slept together, that moment forged an intimacy that was even greater. I experienced a level of comfort and relief previously unknown in any romantic partnership.
To this day, we still joke about our farts, not just the ones from that date, but the long litany that have been produced — and will continue to be produced — over the course of our eight years together. Toilet humor is a fixture of our communication. "I feel a big one coming on." "I smell a ghost!" "You might not want to go in there for a while!" "Don't even try blaming the cat," are all common phrases in our home.
Some might call our humor crass and our conversations crude, but I call it what it is: human. I even earned the pet name "Smellica." While some might find it offensive, I see it as an affectionate acceptance of the less attractive, but all-too-real part of me, and part of life. 
No one should have to hold in any part of themselves.
Follow Jessica on Twitter.
Resource: cosmopolitan.com

My Boyfriend Killed My Sister

"I knew there was that tape from the store, but I thought the guy I'd been dating for two years—who I loved and thought I'd eventually marry—wouldn't kill someone."

This article was originally published as "My Boyfriend Killed My Sister!" in the July 2005 issue of Cosmopolitan. 
When Heather Nasakaitis's 16-year-old foster sister, Kimberly Holton, disappeared on September 29, 2003, no one was very concerned at first: She'd run away many times and always come home within a few days. (Kim, a troubled girl with a drug-addicted mother, had been living with Heather's family in Dover, Delaware, for two years.) Heather and Kim weren't exactly tight—they bickered constantly—but when Kim still hadn't returned nine days later, Heather was upset. It was becoming clear to her and her parents that this disappearance was different from past ones, and there might be real cause for concern. Those fears were validated on October 9, when they found out the horrible truth.
The details were gruesome: A fisherman and his wife had discovered Kim's decomposing body, floating in the Atlantic Ocean four miles off the coast of Cape May, New Jersey, 64 miles away. A heavy chain was wrapped around Kim's ankles, leaving no doubt that she had been murdered.

SCARY DISCOVERY

After hearing the awful news, Heather immediately called her boyfriend of two years, Jacob Jones, 19. "When he didn't pick up, I left a voice mail explaining what had happened," she recalls. "Then I sent him a few text messages, knowing he always has his cell. I couldn't believe it when he didn't respond. It was so unlike him."
The next day, Heather still hadn't reached Jacob, so she drove to his house. "When he came to the door, I was like 'Didn't you get my messages?' And he went 'Yeah. But do we have to talk about it?''' After a few awkward minutes, Jacob gave Heather a quick hug and kiss, then shut the door in her face. "I was shocked and hurt, but at the time, I assumed he was being so cold because he'd disliked Kim so much," she says. "He hated her to the point where he refused to come to my house when she was there."
Exactly how Jacob felt about Kim would become a confusing aspect of the case. He certainly had a few run-ins with her. "He'd gotten his pilot's license at 16, and he desperately wanted to be a fighter pilot," says Heather, "but he couldn't make the cut because of his bad eyesight. Kim knew that and taunted him by calling him Four Eyes whenever she saw him. He couldn't stand it."
When Heather got home after her strange encounter with Jacob, she turned on the TV to find Kim's murder on the news. Investigators hadn't contacted her personally—they were still piecing together the evidence—so Heather obsessively watched local news updates and checked the stations' web sites, hoping for some explanation. A few days later, there was a breakthrough: Police had security-camera footage of an unidentified suspect buying the chain that was used to bind Kim's legs.
Heather immediately went online and watched the images. She couldn't believe her eyes. "It was Jacob," she says. "I just knew from the way he pulled out his wallet, the way he walked." Heather immediately sent Jacob an e-mail: "Please tell me it's not you. I need to know." He didn't answer.

CONNECTING THE DOTS

A friend of Jacob's had seen the same footage and called police to identify him. "That's when the case started to click into place," says Detective Geoff Noble of the New Jersey State Police Major Crime Unit. "We knew that Kimberly had been causing a lot of problems for Heather, so it seemed logical that Jacob may have conspired to kill her for Heather's sake."
Unfortunately, that line of reasoning meant Heather was also a suspect. On October 17, she was asked to go to the police station for questioning. "Ms. Nasakaitis was told 'It's time for you to tell us everything you know—and don't cover up for Jacob!'" recalls Noble.
"I don't know anything! I'm not covering up for anyone!" Heather told them, crying. Her protests seemed to satisfy investigators for the time being. They let her go.
Four days later, she met Jacob for lunch. "I wanted to discuss Kim, but Jacob said he couldn't," says Heather. "He'd hired a lawyer, who told him not to talk to anyone about her—not even me. At that stage, though, I absolutely didn't believe he'd done anything. I knew there was that tape from the store, but I thought the guy I'd been dating for two years—who I loved and thought I'd eventually marry—wouldn't kill someone." The last thing Jacob said to Heather was "I love you. I'll call you tonight." But he didn't.
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Two days later, Heather still hadn't heard from him. Then a friend who lived across the street from Jacob called to tell her his place was swarming with cops. "I prayed that he hadn't been arrested," she says. Then an officer came to her house. "I have bad news," he said. "Jacob is dead. He shot himself."
Upon hearing those words, Heather dropped to the floor, screaming and crying. "I was in so much pain, I wanted to die myself," she says. "I couldn't believe Jacob would do something like that. Why didn't he talk to me?"

THE SICKENING TRUTH

The day after Jacob's suicide, his friend Michael Keyser, then 23, turned up at the police station. He had just received a disturbing phone call from Jacob's dad: Apparently, on the night Jacob killed himself, he had told his parents that he had been at a hotel with Michael and Kim and passed out from alcohol and marijuana, and when he woke up, Kim was dead. In a panic at hearing this, Michael went to the station—assuming he was about to be picked up—and told police what had really happened.
According to Michael, he picked up Kim at home around midnight on September 29 and drove her to a nearby motel, as instructed by Jacob. On the way, Kim told him that she and Jacob were in love and he was finding her a new place to live. When they got to the motel, Jacob had already checked in. They went up to the room, and Michael watched while Kim and Jacob had sex. Afterward, Michael had sex with her too.
Kim showered afterward, and when she emerged from the bathroom, Jacob suddenly grabbed her, threw her onto the bed, and tried to smother her with a pillow. Kim wriggled away and ran for the door, but Jacob tackled her. "Please don't kill me!" Kim shrieked. Jacob put his hand over her nose and mouth, and then planted one knee on her throat and the other on her forehead.
As Kim thrashed desperately, Jacob ordered Michael to hold her down, and he did. Soon she stopped moving, and Jacob said, "It's almost over." A few minutes later, he checked her pulse and verified that she was dead. Michael said the two men then wrapped Kim's body in a blanket, secured it with duct tape, and stuffed it into the trunk of Jacob's gray Chevrolet Lumina.
Police say that Jacob bought a chain and cinderblocks from a building-supply store the next day. After wrapping Kim's body in the materials he'd bought, he chartered a small plane from a local airport and flew out over the Atlantic to dump the body.

PAINFUL RECOVERY

No one knows for sure why Jacob did it. Since both he and Kim are dead, there is no way to verify that they had an ongoing relationship (as Kim implied), and Michael has maintained that he doesn't know.
As for Heather, she doesn't believe they were ever together. "I heard rumors that Jacob had sex with Kim that night, but there's just no way," she says. Heather believes Jacob got rid of Kim in the misguided belief that it would make Heather happy. "I was always telling him how Kim made my life miserable," she admits.
But criminal experts say it's rare for someone to commit murder strictly for someone else's benefit. They say Jacob must have had hidden, violent impulses—and a motive—that led him to kill her. He may have even been excited by the challenge of getting away with murder. Or if Jacob and Kim were in a sexual relationship, it's possible that he may have wanted to cover it up.
After Michael's confession—which led to his conviction for first-degree murder and conspiracy in November 2004—police circled back to a nagging question: Did Heather have anything to do with Kim's death? They questioned her a second time. "It was a nightmare," Heather says. "For the next year, I was paranoid that I was going to go to jail for Kim's murder, even though I had absolutely nothing to do with it."
Eventually, Heather was cleared of any involvement; a few months later, she moved to Colorado to begin a new life. "It took me a long time to cope with the fact that somebody I loved and trusted took my sister's life," she says. Regular therapy has helped ease her pain and anxiety; she's now studying marketing at a community college and has a new live-in boyfriend. "I tell myself that Kim's at peace," she says. "That's helped me move on."
Resource: cosmopolitan.com