Dear Cutie-Pie,

Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”

It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.

And I got angry.

Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”

Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)

If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.

Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be keptinterested, because he knows you are interesting:

I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.

I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.

I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.

I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.

I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.

I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.

I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.

In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:


Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.

Your eternally interested guy,



This post is, of course, dedicated to my daughter, my Cutie-Pie. But I also want to dedicate it beyond her.

I wrote it for my wife, who has courageously held on to her sense of worth and has always held me accountable to being that kind of “boy.”

I wrote it for every grown woman I have met inside and outside of my therapy office—the women who have never known this voice of a Daddy.

And I wrote it for the generation of boys-becoming-men who need to be reminded of what is really important—my little girl finding a loving, lifelong companion is dependent upon at least one of you figuring this out. I’m praying for you.

— Dr. Kelly Flanagan


Happy International Women’s Day

Things I Hope Will Happen in Supernatural Season 10

-Gabriel is the one who frees Adam from the cage

-Linda Tran becomes a hunter on her own volition

-At least ONE more friendly angel 

-More of Garth

-More of Charlie

-More Men/Women of Letters


-Crowley’s origins to be further expanded

Reblog and add anything else.

By using words such as “girly” or “manly” we inadvertently buy into gender stereotyping. We play with toys designed for our gender, we play different sports based on gender, we often go to segregated schools…

If we want equality, it will take more effort than paying women the same as men, or giving women equal opportunities. We must all make an active decision to change our language. We must stop pressuring each other to fit stereotypes which more often than not leaves us feeling repressed and unable to express ourselves. We must not let gender define us.


A 15-year-old boy’s spectacular letter in response to Emma Watson’s UN speech about gender equality.

Three decades earlier, Susan Sontag spoke beautifully to this limiting power of gender stereotypes

To our future Sons,

When you are in Elementary School don’t pull the cute girls hair, don’t chase her around, don’t tease her, Don’t call her names and pretend you don’t like her. Be Sweet. Be Kind. Be Gentle.

When you are in Junior High don’t follow the crowd, don’t compete with the other guys, girls are not prizes don’t treat them as such. Be an Individual. Be Respectful. Be Genuine.

When you are in High School don’t use her for experience, don’t leer and objectify her outfits, don’t over sexualize her. Be an Equal. Be a Protector. Be there for Her.

When you are in College don’t use her for fun, don’t take advantage, don’t lead her on, understand no means no. Be Honest. Be Caring. Be Patient.

When you have kids don’t teach them that “Boys will be Boys”, don’t teach them to “man up”, don’t teach them to “get some”. Teach them to be gentlemen. Teach them to uplift others. Teach them to see women as people.

From a future Mother.

It’s that time again! The Dallas DSG has launched the fundraising site for this year’s Buddy Walk. Team Levi has an overall goal of $25,000 for this year’s walk and the Dallas WOL group has set a fundraising goal of $5000 as a part of Team Levi, any little bit can help with that goal. 

» You can donate to the WOL group page here. « 

Now, I know what you’re all thinking… How adorable is that artwork (by the amazingly talented Angie) up there and how can I get my hands on some swag featuring the adorable chibi!Jensen?? Have no fear, we’re currently working on some additional fundraising efforts (with all proceeds going directly to Team Levi) by selling some buttons, stickers, and possibly t-shirts featuring the art and I’ll update when those links are available. We’ll also have a table at DallasCon this year, come by and see us! :D 

Signal boost please and thank you! Reblog the heck out of this, please!

Dear future girlfriend;

You’re going to wake up at 3am with my hands between your legs and my teeth sinking into your shoulder. You’re going to wake up with gentle kisses planted between your thighs, and finger tips caressing your waist. There will be times you’ll be driving and I’ll be slipping my hands into your tight jeans, and I’ll whisper “keep driving”. Your mother will call you and I will straddle you and kiss your neck. You’ll ignore me while a game of some sort is on TV and I’ll probably touch myself. You’ll give me your full attention. I’ll probably jump in the shower with you with clean intentions… I’ll just want to wash your hair and talk about anything but you’ll press up against me and I’ll want to feel how wet you are or I’ll want to hear the sound of your voice when it speaks my name with a heavy desire. I’ll want to make your nipples harden and watch you bite your lip. I’m going to want to make you cum more times than you could probably handle in one week let alone one night… You’ll come up behind me while I’m making you dinner and you’ll slide your hands up my shirt and whisper something dirty… I’ll probably burn whatever it is I’m making. You’ll yank me back into bed when I crawl out of it at 9am saturday mornings and you’ll kiss and fondle me until I give in. You’ll slide your hand up my skirt while we are watching a movie in a theatre. You’ll come up behind me and kiss the back of my neck as I’m reading my book of the week… And you’ll watch me bite my lip because you know I could never resist you…not when you kiss me there. You’ll take your time trying to turn me on because you don’t mind putting in work… I’m almost always going yo take my time exploring you… But there will be days where I’m just going to tear your shirt off and yank your jeans down. There will be days I’ll bite you so hard you’ll bleed. There will be times I’m going to want you to make it hurt. There will be times I’m going to talk dirty. Sometimes I’ll put on a slow song and demand a lap dance. Or sometimes I’ll just want to taste you over and over again until you can’t go again. Sometimes I won’t want to receive because I’ll want to make you feel so damn fcuking good.

Sex will never be a chore. It will never be an expectation. It will never be against will. It will never be out of pity. It will never happen for the sake of someone’s feelings.
I’m going to want your kisses and your touch even when I can’t stand you. Even when I’ve worked a double. Even when I’m bombarded with homework. I’m going to want you when you’re 50 and your breasts aren’t as perky and when your skin has more stretch marks than it did when we were young and in love. I’m going to think you are incredibly sexy because I’m going to know you through and through and I’m going to be amazed by you every single day. I could never deny you any kind of pleasure.