This is because I am a human being who exists on the planet. As such, tooting happens. I mean, not if we have just started dating. For those first few blissful weeks, I store up my farts and take a special bus out to a field upstate where I stand quietly expelling noxious gases for several hours. Don't ask me where upstate, because I won't tell you. I need my privacy.
But if you are a long-time partner, a family member, a friend, you have probably been around me when it's happened. I'm not, admittedly a 12-year old boy about it. I have a certain base-line level of shame, after all. But, and this is key, I'm not going to let my shame prevent me from living a happy life, nor am I going to let it to do me physical harm. If I held in my farts? That's exactly what would happen.