It took Ardred and I about three weeks to break the ‘fart’ barrier.
Now we pee in front of one another but (no poop… we’ve both got irritable bowel syndrome and it’s just not pretty) but we will talk about our stool.
We’ve turned into my parents.
(we’ve been together two years. not married)
LOL!!! Oh my God… I’m dying over here!!!
See, that’s just rude and gross. Next time he farts in your face tape his ass shut.
Might I point out that cats routinely sniff each other’s butts as a recreational activity? It’s possible that kitty appreciates the squatting, since it’s hard for cats to gain access to human butts under normal circumstances unless we’re in a reclining position.
Just sayin’… 
Burping and farting in front of SO = a cheap and entertaining hobby.
It’s OK for him to come in and have a wee while I’m showering, and we both wee with the door part open if we’re in the middle of a conversation. There will not be any poop with an audience, however. I’ll tell him if I’ve had a good dump, although it’s usually obvious because I’ll have that “really good dump” glow about me.
I will shamelessly burp or fart in front of anyone I know well enough that they can access my fridge without permission.
I prefer to pass waste by myself, and extend the same courtesy to others.
I actually have had a SO inspect my stool. Just once though and only because it was baby blue. I’ll fart in front of someone after a couple months. I burp in front of EVERYONE. But no peeing or pooping is for show.
My ex-SO used to want me to sit an talk to him when he took a dump. That was a little much.
I’ll try to supress burps and farts whenever feasible, and apologize whenever they come flying out anyway. It’s just common courtesy, you know? That’s not to say I haven’t had some pretty good belching contests with various friends, but Dr.J’s not really into that sort of thing.
As for the bathroom thing, I’ve had a great many conversations with female friends while one or the other of us pees, and I have no problem with him being around while I pee. Again, he’s just not into that sort of thing and prefers to stay out of there till I’m done. Crapping is entirely off limits, though.
I don’t have any sense of smell, so to me, farting and burping are just funny noises which should be shared like any good joke. (At least, that’s how it usually winds up. In my current relationship, we have not yet passed the fart barrier. But we will!) I, too, will give one to the cat, but I’ve found they don’t react much. The kids are better.
I don’t ever want anyone I’m having sex with to see me peeing or pooping. Again, I’m willing to share that with the kids. Poor little beetles!
Oh my God! I think that was my first post as a Charter Member! :o Nice.
This reminds me of Adam Carola talking about his experience on the set of The Man Show.
He described the utter “does not compute” feeling that one gets seeing a total smokin’ hottie exiting the set’s tiny little single-seat restroom and then smelling Satan’s Own Fetid Stench follow her out.
And out of a similar opinion to Skipper’s that I once held, when I first met my wife, a total smokin’ hottie, I told her that if there ever was a “strange unidentified sound or odor” that came from our vicinity, she could always blame it on me.
Boy, was that a mistake.
I need to get a dog.
This is precisely how the wife and I view the natural processes when we are alone together… although she is a bit more coy and/or sneaky about the air biscuits than I am. We’ve been married just a couple months, but have known each other almost two years.
Bonus Anecdote: One morning when ladybug was home ill, she went into the little toilet closet off our master bath and closed the door. Then, emanating from the water closet I hear what sounds like our coffee maker: schlurgle… tinkle… schlurglegurgle… tinkleinkle… schlurgleurgleurgle… tinkleinkleinkle…
The sound of her simultaneously blowing her nose and urinating sounded just like our Mr. Coffee. I lost it. It was hilarious. So now, whenever she blows her nose, I call her Mrs. Coffee.
The best is farting in a car when you are in control of the window lock button thingy.
You cant smell it, and they cant open the window.
The dutch oven is fun too. Fart, and flip the covers over the victim’s head.
Hrm I may have found out why I dont have a SO.
I’ll pee in the toilet when Mrs. Spiff is in the shower or at the bathroom sink.
But I will never pee in the sink when she’s around to see it.
What …?
imho burping is not passing gas. Passing gas is farting - the gas has passed through your intestines and is released into the air through your rectum. I see nothing wrong with burping and I find it amazing that many of you wont burp in your partner’s presence.
Farting I can understand as it is a bit manky, but as long as it’s not a silent one they should get adequate warning of the impending smell.
I don’t know, Bob, you sound like a fun guy to me![sub]You may want to consider the source, of course![/sub]
I need to ask: there are people who really genuinely and truly don’t want to believe that pretty ladies fart and crap?
It’s a genuine belief/ideology/need/whatever and not just a put-on for Teh Funney?
It’s got to be a put-on, surely.
Not to toot my own horn, but I get my gf to laugh uncontrollably ALOT, and it’s always funny for her to be gasping for breathes when suddenly sploot. Makes me laugh my ass off for some reason. Though it is definatly NOT funny when your doing some tongue action for her benefit and for her to let one go…
Don’t ask.
I have a friend who was asked if, now that she was married, did she fart around her husband?
She laughed and answered, “Honey, whenever possible, I fart ON my husband!”
My fiancee is a girly girl but I think some of her farts could fill a truck tire.
We’ll burp, fart, and pee, but no pooping in front of each other.