Being an East Coast mongrel, I have a soft, distinctive southern sound to my voice. A handsome, really tall stranger bent down and kissed the top of my head in a Starbucks line as he was leaving with his glory juice (coffee). As he did so, he told me I had the sexiest voice he’d ever heard. Nice! That dude was hot! I’ve heard it all, including I should sing, be on the radio, or immediately open a phone sex line!
As an INFP-A, I am understanding, helpful, and kind. Notice weak is not in there. I cannot count the people who took softness for weakness.
Now to my secret skill (weapon). For as long as I can remember, there has been something in me that was later named The Fitch by my soulmate. It can be most fun or foul, depending on how you approach it and where you go from there. It has verbal skills in tune with a quick, devious mind and when you cross The Fitch your mouth may be left (literally) hanging wide open.
I have chosen to write it off as Southern Indignance.
Lesson: kindness is strength, not weakness.