Around male friends, I usually try to do it silently, so that I can blame it on one of them. Around people I don’t know or haven’t known for long, I try to refrain. Women, not until after we’ve been ‘intimate’, and even then try to refrain. 
There was this lady who went to her doctor complaining that she farted quite a bit. She said they were silent farts and did not make any noise, but, nonetheless, were disconcerting. He prescribed a medicine and to come back next week.
The following week she reported to her doctor that the medicine was not working, and, in addition, they now smelled. He replied, “Good. Now here’s a name for an audiologist you can see.”
Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!
My wife and I fart in front of each other…the only condition is that courtesy requires that it be pre warned. Her’s don’t make much noise, but they are deadly.
I can’t imagine the idea of being in a long-term relationship with someone and not being able to fart around them (eventually.) For me, that’s one of the milestones of a romantic relationship (and I’m not being facetious here): when you get to the point of comfort that you’re able to do this without being self-conscious. I mean, if we can’t handle each other farting, how are we gonna handle the shit-cleaning years (if we make it that far?)
This fascinates me - in that a man and women in a relationship will exchange bodily parts and fluids in any number of manners yet not audibly pass gas in each others presence!
I’m guessing the OP has never been in a long term relationship.
I often fart in front of women. I just make sure they are stealth farts.
Wife and I have been married for 41 years. We both fart in front of one another and get a good laugh out of it.
It’s all natural, right?
Maybe I’ll eventually get to that point, but I just… I know it sounds silly and probably vain, but I don’t want my husband to ever associate me with the smell of a fart. And anyone at all hearing me fart is fatally embarrassing to me.
The Toronto Sun had a “battle of the sexes” type pair of columns. The best line, which I remember from many many years ago:
“The difference between men and women is that men revel in their flatulence.”
I think we’re conditioned as much as possible to not let’er rip in formal social situations and when among strangers. Like most social rules, this is more of a guideline than a strict law. The more familiar with those around us, the less we are inhibited.
My husband was with his ex-wife for almost five years and he never heard her fart. He thought that was insane and at least one indication of why their marriage failed… she was never completely herself around him, nor did she truly let him “in.”
I, on the other hand, probably let 'er rip while we were still dating. 
I figured if he couldn’t deal with all of me, there was no point in going forward seriously.
Being able to fart freely around my partner is not a day that I’m exactly looking forward to. Some people just aren’t recreational farters, and there’s nothing funny or liberating about the activity to me.
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WTF is “recreational farting”? I don’t think there’s anything “funny” or “liberating” about it, either. For me, it’s just all about being able to be ourselves around one another. Hell, about the only person I’m comfortable farting around is my wife.
My ex never once farted in front of me during six years.
I suspect that when partners freely fart in front of each other sex has become a chore for them rather then a pleasure.
The smell of fecal matter is the biggest turn off known to man or woman.
Well, you’d suspect wrongly then. Very much so.
I don’t consider farting a sign of being myself, so perhaps this is why I can’t relate to what you’ve written. The reason why I don’t like people farting in my presence is because the stench is unpleasant to me, and I appreciate it when people make all reasonable attempts to keep such unpleasantness away from my nostrils. And in return I grant them that same courtesy. It has more to do with good manners and thoughtfulness than anything else. It’s different if you can’t control the farts, but if you can, I don’t think its uptight to expect someone–even someone you’ve been married with for 40 years–to unleash their emmissions in an area free of other people.
While I agree that folks in longterm relationships should eventually get to a place where self-consciousness around their mates cease to exist, I don’t consider unrestrained farting to be a proxy for that. That’s all.
Eh. I’m a male and my beautiful female partners have always farted and burped much more in my presence than I do in theirs, so I guess I’m used to it and don’t think much of it. It’s flattering to me that they could just let go in my presence. You obviously think differently, and that’s fine. Took me a little bit to get used to it, but I like it. When somebody that is usually so self-conscious and careful becomes so comfortable with you to be completely themselves, it means a lot to me.
On the other hand, my mates are the only people I’ve ever felt comfortable farting around.
Anytime? What about taking a test in school? Sitting on the witness stand in a courtroom? During a GOP debate?
I wonder how an iPhone’s voice recognition software would interpret a fart. If it was a long one, it might dial one of your contacts with time left over to leave a message.