My girlfriend is STILL embarrassed about farting!!

we are lesbians and I'm feminine; she isn't

We have been together for a year and 4 months and I probably started letting them rip after a month or so. I understand everyone's comfort levels are different but it's like come on, after almost a whole year and a half!? Sometimes she even asks me to go to the restroom to fart and spray febreeze after, it makes me feel like I can't be comfortable because she isn't. Tonight, her stomach has been making noises and when I suggested it was gas she says no it's not! I left the room and came back and it smelled like something died in there, I said omg babe I'm gonna spray and turn on the fan, I knew it was gas (in a normal tone because I have no issue with it. We're all human) she got mad and said it wasn't her and she doesn't smell anything and then blamed it on ME! she fell back asleep and continued farting again in her sleep. She woke up talking as if I didn't hear the farts. And started a random argument about nothing. I've tried to tell her that it's not an issue with me, but she continues to deny it. She's so uncomfortable with farts and it's driving me crazy. (And it has nothing to do with feeling feminine, we are lesbians and I'm feminine; she isn't)

I'm glad you wait your turn.

By 9.30 that evening back at the Great House dinner was finished, and the Rawlinsons and their guests lolled over the blancmange or sprawled back blown out, picking their teeth.

"That was inedible muck and there wasn’t enough of it, blech".

The curry lay heavy on Sir Henry’s stomach like a royal corgi. "Buuuurp".

"I say, how dare you belch in fwont of my wife" squeaked Lord Portly.

Henry yawned. "Sorry old man I didn’t realise it was her turn".

This ungracious rejoinder left Lord Portly stupefied as Dr Watson and to cover his befuddlement he helped himself to a liberal glass of Entre deux Legs.

"If I had all the money I’d spent on drink" observed Henry, "I’d spend it on drink".

Do you know, though I say it myself, I can identify almost any wine from any part of the globe. Lady Philippa, herself already nicely irrigated with horizontal lubricant leered appreciatively across at her husband.

"Oh really" said Henry heaving himself to his feet "then there’s something rather special might like you to try. If you’ll excuse me I’ll just pop down to the catacombs". He left the company abuzz with expectation and in a few minutes returned with a brimming tumbler of amber fluid essence. "I’ve a notion this one’s going to fox you. He glanced meaningfully at Florrie and put his finger to his lips. Florrie understanding immediately went "blibblabbliblabibble".

Lord Portly took the proffered glass and sniffed with deep concentration. "Aah, unusual bouquet" he declared "decidedly not Fwench". He held it up to the light "Mmmh a twifle cloudy, it’s a very fwesh little fellow". Then, with closed eyes he took a large mouthful, swilling it noisily through his teeth, and swallowed. "Yes yes, very fresh 1978 and its… Good grief its… bleeeargh".

Lady Philippa looked aghast as Lord Tarquin Portly spat violently into his finger bowl.

"Well" said Henry, gleefully tugging at his jowl "now you know what it is old bean, question is whose is it ha".

We have been together for a year and 4 months and I probably started letting them rip after a month or so. I understand everyone's comfort levels are different but it's like come on, after almost a whole year and a half!? Sometimes she even asks me to go to the restroom to fart and spray febreeze after, it makes me feel like I can't be comfortable because she isn't. Tonight, her stomach has been making noises and when I suggested it was gas she says no it's not! I left the room and came back and it smelled like something died in there, I said omg babe I'm gonna spray and turn on the fan, I knew it was gas (in a normal tone because I have no issue with it. We're all human) she got mad and said it wasn't her and she doesn't smell anything and then blamed it on ME! she fell back asleep and continued farting again in her sleep. She woke up talking as if I didn't hear the farts. And started a random argument about nothing. I've tried to tell her that it's not an issue with me, but she continues to deny it. She's so uncomfortable with farts and it's driving me crazy. (And it has nothing to do with feeling feminine, we are lesbians and I'm feminine; she isn't)