Is it me or German is sexy?

My great-grandfather was German. So it's not him. He was from the beautiful parts of Saxony - Leipzig (where the XVII sex symbol, Johann Sebastian Bach, was born - he had 20 children!) and the sub-areas. Surely, it didn't start with my great-grandfather, so maybe with my great-grandmother, who married a German during World War II?

How come a young, Polish woman is obsessed and full-body turned on by the German language? And am I the only one?

The Hard/Soft Power

I’m sitting in an Italian restaurant in the Old Town of Warsaw when a group of German, Swiss, and Austrian men joins the table next to me. One of them is really attractive, but also so vividly German — Hitlerjugend-style handsome.

I decide to close my eyes and just listen to their voices, to conduct a kind of quantitative test of my chemical reaction. The verdict? When I hear the language, I still feel that same electric chill. And no — it’s not the Brühl wine.

Boudoir Past

It’s impossible to separate that fantasy from history. Poland was invaded, brutalized, and reshaped under the weight of German dominance. The word Ordnung — “order” — became a euphemism for crimes, abuse, and total destruction.

And yet, here I am, generations later, shivering not from fear but from fascination when I hear that same cadence. It’s almost obscene: to feel turned on by the sound of the language that once barked commands at my ancestors.

During the war, Hitler himself had no shortage of lovers — aristocrats, actresses, women drawn in not just by ideology but by the raw magnetism of power and terror. Sex and politics have always been intertwined that way: proximity to dominance can feel like safety, even when it isn’t. Love out of fear. Desire wrapped around survival.

I cannot remember any of it, of course — but isn’t that what generational trauma is for? Maybe we metabolize it, digest it in whatever way our bodies and minds can handle.

The Austrian Hotlines

I once dated an incredible Austrian man for a year. He’s still one of my closest friends. We often spoke in German together. Excuse my French, but it was beste foreplay.

What I realized was that there’s something irresistibly sexy about meeting someone who speaks another language better than you — especially when that language already makes your pulse quicken. I’m drawn to people who fill me up — quite literally and metaphorically.

It really was the biggest turn-on, and I instantly found myself falling into my warmest, most feminine energy.

Is it German itself, or just the allure of another foreign tongue?

Easy. I don’t feel the same way when I hear Italian or Polish. French and Spanish do nothing for me either. It’s German — and then a long, long nothing.

Victoria's Theory

So, obviously, I had to come up with my own theory, and wait for it, because it’s groundshaking and chairwrecking. For a modern, Gen Z-er, it’s also extremely bozo.

With all the shame and responsibility for my words, I think it comes down to a secret desire to be commanded - to surrender, even briefly, to a man’s power and dominance.

For many people, especially Poles, German still sounds like an execution order. It carries that historical weight. However, there is something to it that makes its speakers appear more confident, more decisive, more manly. Add the moderate speed, voice, and hand gesture and you have a German-Polish baby in 9 months.

So what the hell is wrong with me? Am I having a secret romance with conservatism… or with something darker?

PS The way he paid the bill…