Current Age: 30
I always feel a bit weird explaining this because if you’d asked me when I was younger, I would have laughed and said it was just stupid humour.
When I was about 12, there was a girl I used to hang out with after school. We weren’t close in a serious way, just that easy kind of friendship where everything is a joke. One day we were walking home and she let out a fart without even trying to hide it, then immediately cracked up laughing.
It completely caught me off guard. I laughed too, probably more because of her reaction than anything else. After that, it became one of those running jokes — not constant, but every now and then something would happen and we’d both just lose it laughing.
At that stage, it was just kids being immature.The part I didn’t notice at the time was how much those moments stuck in my head. Not in a big way, just little flashes. Her laughing, the awkwardness, the fact it wasn’t supposed to happen.
A couple of years later, something changed. I remember being around 14 and a similar situation happened with a different girl. This time, I didn’t just laugh and forget it. I went home and kept thinking about it.
That’s when it first felt different.It wasn’t just ‘a girl farting is funny’ anymore. There was something about it that stuck with me in a way I couldn’t explain. The sound, the situation, even the idea of it happening unexpectedly — it all just stayed in my head longer than it should have.
I didn’t tell anyone. I didn’t even really admit it to myself. I just noticed that whenever something like that happened — a girl joking about gas, or even just talking about it — my attention would lock onto it.
Over time, that built into something I was actively curious about. Eventually I ended up searching for it online, half expecting nothing to come up. Instead, I realised there were loads of people into women farting, which was honestly a relief.
Now I’m older, I don’t see it as something random. It started as humour, mixed with awkwardness, and somehow turned into something my brain decided was important.
If I break it down, it’s not even just the fart itself. It’s the moment — unexpected, slightly embarrassing, but also real. That’s what stuck.
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