I’ve written it before. I’ll write it again. There is nothing more determinative of my attraction to you than your voice. It has something to do with tone, with timbre. Confidence, openness, prosody. It all matters.

I’ve tried, repeatedly, to describe just what it is about a voice I find sexy, what it is about one I don’t. I guess I’ll keep trying, until I feel like I’ve nailed it.

When I hear you talk, I want to believe you’re smart, knowledgeable, and confident. But I also want to believe you’re open to learning you’re wrong, gracefully. About anything. And, I want to believe you always want to learn more, about anything.

Confidence is hot. Certainty is not. Openness is hot. Curiosity is hotter.

I’ve said this bit before, and it’s definitely… complicated. Up-talking, of the teenage girl sort (“Is what I said ok? Do you understand? Do you agree?”), is repulsive. But up-talking of the adult, “I’ve just said something I genuinely believe to be true and interesting, but, do you have a reaction?”  sort is seriously sexy. In men and women.

I am guilty, far too often, of the downward-inflected (“I am speaking the truth, and you have just been privileged to hear the truth, from me!”) boy-voice. I fight it. My voice may belie my claim that I don’t genuinely feel that, but I do claim that I don’t genuinely feel that. In my bones, I feel that what I say is provisional, always, subject to further information and input, from you, from the world. And/but… as unattractive as I find that trait in me, in you it’s an outright disqualifier of sustained attraction.

I recently met a woman who should have been attractive to me. Smart, interesting, experienced, fit, pretty, sexual. I should have wanted to shove my tongue, my cock, down her throat. But her throat carried her voice to me, and she hasn’t finished one sentence before I knew: she wasn’t for me.

Many people are this way with looks, and I confess, I do have a big bias in favor of the conventionally attractive. But I’m old enough to know that there are possibilities for exceptions to my rules, and voice is the biggest driver of such exceptions. In both directions.

Wicked Wednesday