Turner’s Story: How I Discovered My Fetish

Current Age: 36

I think mine started from the opposite direction compared to most people.

Growing up, I was always a bit paranoid about passing gas in public. I had a sensitive stomach, so it was always in the back of my mind — especially in quiet places like classrooms.

I remember one time when I was about 12, it actually happened. Not loudly or anything dramatic, but enough that a couple of people noticed. They laughed, and I just sat there pretending nothing happened, but inside I was completely focused on it.

After that, I became hyper-aware of anything to do with gas — sounds, smells, even people joking about it. It stuck with me way more than it should have.

What’s strange is that as I got older, that feeling started to shift.

Instead of just being something I was worried about, I found myself thinking about it in a different way — imagining a girl in that situation instead of me. At first I thought it was just leftover anxiety or curiosity, but it didn’t feel the same.There was something else mixed in there.

I remember realising at some point in my late teens that I was actually drawn to the idea of women farting. Not in a way I could easily explain, and definitely not something I wanted to say out loud.

It wasn’t really about the smell of gas or anything like that. It was more about the situation — the awareness, the slight awkwardness, the fact it’s something people try to hide.

Now I’m in my 30s, and I can see the pattern more clearly. Something that started as embarrassment kind of flipped into something else over time.

I wouldn’t say I’m obsessed with it, but it’s definitely part of how my brain works now. And once I understood where it came from, it felt a lot less confusing.