Words for flatulence: fart, flatulence, cut the cheese, gas, toots, deadly vapors, foul odors, the pressure deep within, depth charges, cheek slapper or smacker, silent but deadly, squeeler, depth charge, firing off the ole sounder, barking spiders

Etymology from Miriam-Webster’s online dictionary:

flatulence: the quality or state of being flatulent (1711)

flatulent: middle french, from the Latin flatus act of blowing, wind from flare to blow (1599) 1a: maked by or affected with gas generated in the intestine or stomach.

fart: middle English ferten, farten; akin to Old High German ferzan to break wind, Old Norse, freta, Greek perdesthai, Sanskrit pardate he breaks wind (13th century) often vulgar

gas: a gaseous product of digestion, also: discomfort from this gas. New Latin, alteration of Latin chaos space (1779)

Somewhere, there are statistics on how many times we fart each day. And it’s a lot. Yet many of us spend much of our days, and even nights, in places that are not amenable
for a relaxed releasing of gas. Because of this cruel injustice, I have been forced to find favorite places for the discreet release of pressure.

There are a few general rules of thumb. Stinky farts are best released in a place of high airflow and/or a large open space, ideally a beach with crashing waves and brisk wind. Other helpful locations include outside on a ferry, near a paper mill or fragrant dairy,
or near any major construction. Unfortunately, this cannot always be arranged.  Sometimes a fan by an open window or a rapid walk is a more realistic solution.

Because I travel by bus, the easiest and often most convenient times are along the bus mall, where a multitude of buses are all attempting to move through downtown. Each one is making far more noise than the worst fart imaginable, vibrating and stinking up the street enough to overpower most odors. Short of a trash compaction plant, the bus mall is the ideal public place for farting.

There is a bit of an art to timing a noisy release with the passing of a particular bus. Not all buses are equally blessed with a noisy stop and departure — they must be carefully gauged for degree of noisiness as well as when exactly they will loudly lurch to and
from the bus stop. Internal awareness is also critical — when to begin the steady pressure to cause a timed purging of the inner regions and when to quickly start gathering all of muscles inward.

I recently concluded that the distracted, almost pained looks of all of the office workers gathered on the bus mall after work are not only due to their difficult days, but also to the relief of finally being able to purge all of their pent up gas after a long day in shared quarters.

I also enjoy the sensation of a noisy, high vibration fart in the close quarters of an airplane, and certainly from the plague of evil odors that I have endured in multiple plane rides this is a shared pleasure. The high numbers of plane passengers ensure it
will be difficult to pin the stinky fart on anyone and that many others will suffer along with your gastric distress. There tend to be a multitude of small children blame, all of whom seem perfectly capable of launching an incredibly awful gut bomb. Choosing to fart can be, however, a dangerous and uncomfortable gamble depending
on the stink factor and degree of ventilation. It sucks to sit in your own stinky morass for 45 minutes, with knowledge that few others are sharing your pain.

Perhaps elevators are both the best and worst case for a sudden onset of inner pressure rebalancing. Nothing is less uncomfortable than a long ride with only one other person right after farting. They know they are still holding their flatulence in, and you are
the only one to blame. Multiple people, assuming the noise was not to loud, allows for disturbed, accusing looks at some innocent. The ultimate, of course, is letting a big stinky one loose right before stepping off the elevator and leaving an empty, but putrid,
small enclosed space for the next riders.

Automobiles share certain advantages with elevators, except it is normally harder to get out of a car than an elevator. But at least you can generally roll down the windows. The smell can be mild enough that the car vibrations, noise, and high airflow can provide relief, causing only mild wrinkling of the nose. Skunks can also be blamed in times of need, or any other stinky roadside attraction. In situations where fart culprit is obvious, the rest of the car ride can be awkward, uncomfortable, or sheer torment depending on who is sitting in that vehicle. The fellow rider(s) may be sufficiently well-mannered to ignore the farter, or they may bedevil the farter for many, many years. Unfortunately, in my family a culprit is always found and ridiculed despite the strong likelihood that the accuser will soon be the accused. And we don’t worry too much about accusing the momentarily innocent.

The ultimate, and most wonderful, retaliation is a silent fart that serves as a catalyst for upping the stink quotient into the next level, particularly if someone has just ‘fessed up to the fart. This is only achievable on rare and memorable days, and should be celebrated accordingly. Of course, the whole scheme can backfire, and you can end up responsible for all odors.

My own reoccurring flatulence waterloo involves athletic activities. They are particularly prone for inadvertent toots — the body is being worked hard and there is little extra energy for clenching the internal muscles to keep all that gas inside. Furthermore, I find many physical activities are helping the gas move on through and then out. Boisterous team events usually provide high air circulation, some noise cover, and other people to blame. Other activities, like quiet yoga or tai chi classes, leave one more exposed. This can be painful, since some of these activities particularly promote the inner movement of gas. There is something undignified, even if it increasing my spiritual growth and healing my physical wounds, about holding an intense and graceful yoga pose, only to have my inner poise disturbed by the flatulence dilemma.

Do I hold it in and avoid humiliation, do I slowly release the evil fumes to have them sink downward into a puddle around my head and my neighbors, or do I simply let ‘er rip assuming that my classmates are all enlightened and understand the need to listen
to my body’s needs? I generally wimp out, and take the second option. Air circulation is limited, leaving a dark, dense fog (fug?) of evil odors lurking around my body, but I always try to make some extra airflow by flapping my arms about as I change to the next position.

My body is quite fond of a sharp, high pitched fart release when I am laughing, sneezing, or coughing. I can never quite tell if it was only noticeable to me because I could feel it, or if everyone is politely perturbed by my odd coughing noises. Frequently, I’ll apologize, but without any specificity about what I’m apologizing for. From the responses, I’m still not sure how audible my little gaffes are. Sometimes people look at me in a concerned fashion, but I can’t tell if it’s because of my squeaky little emission or because I just apologized for no apparent reason.

I also have the oddest urge, similar to opening my mouth when I am putting in my eye contacts, to shift my weight onto one butt cheek when releasing a fart. I’ve noticed a few others doing this as well, but I can’t imagine it actually assists with the release. I’ve certainly fired them off deep inside a couch as well, so it can’t be essential to lift a cheek upon dismount. But it’s hard to come up with a decent explanation when, during an elegant dinner party, I suddenly raise up my right butt cheek. A new yoga pose?

I’ve met several people with a unique approach to gas buildup. In fact, I’m related to them. Stairs, not immediately obvious to me as a release point, are used to vent off a bit of pressure. With each step (up or down), a small fart is released. Although I imagine the sound of the foot hitting the stair could be used to mask the sound of the fart, I have only been too aware of the sounds of gas release. Following someone down the stairs in this situation is merely a bit perturbing, but following someone up the stairs who is practicing the “step release” is an immediate inducement to walk far, far behind them. Which might be the point, as I’ve never screwed up the courage to inquire as to the
appeal.

These tactics point to a new approach to flatulence. Public farting without worrying about its impact on others. A part of me would like to be so free, but at least the odor seems to require a bit of sensitivity to others. I have met a few people who let it all
hang out. Sometimes physical ailments force this situation, but I have been most impressed by older friends who have taken flatulence as their prerogative. Surely after so many years of holding it in, they deserve some relief. I also wonder if, as their hearing fades, they are hoping their farts are not audible. Or perhaps social discomfort
is simply becoming less. Myself, I am looking forward to the freedom. I intend to enjoy my flatulence as much as possible starting today, and to the utmost in my golden years. I encourage you to do the same.