Overview
Abstract: Foucault claimed that transgressions defined the post-Enlightenment era. Transgressionism, the underlying reasoning behind every person who casts at least passing support for the Nazis or the Soviets, may act as a potential explanation for sexual paraphilia as it pertains to flatulence.
Chapter I
To preface this, whenever i have been near women in real life, they’ve generally been semi-formal. the ones that “let loose” so to speak have still kept enough composure to not fart in front of me. In a world of such alienation between the sexes, I have nothing to confirm that women’s farts are not beautiful and melodious; that they do not smell like the most heavy food they had that day as pure as it did when it had gone in.
This was all subconscious, of course, until I saw Yui Hirasawa. retrospectively, I apply this philosophy of flatulence to every girl — or rather, an idealised version of girls. Yui is an obscenely cute girl, yet one who straddles the line of prim-and-properness in the way that most fictional women do while also having an extremely loose character. Most people who sexualize her fantasize about walking in on her naked as she coos for her doting sister to fan her, oblivious to the obvious corruption in social order. What I fantasize about is relaxing in that catatonic state that she encapsulates and smelling the remnants of last night’s sushi dinner.
On that note, it should be noted that although in real life my presumptions of a heavenly female fart are ludicrous, in anime anything is possible. Yui ingests pure sugar and gains no weight: is it so much to assume that she farts a musky sort of version of her pure sugar diet? That even substantial food such as rice or noodles would transmute into the scent of vinegar chips as they crunch in your mouth?
Finally, spreading her cheeks to see her pristine, unshaven anus. the scent it radiates would be a fermented version of this original idealised fart. Almost like a corrupted camphor smell.
My lack of interaction with the fairer sex has caused me to long for Yui’s incredible, fictional flatulence. and from this delusion I have longed to smell it from every cute woman’s rear. God help me.
Yui letting one rip
