Why I Go to Gay Bars Alone

Every bouncer in London knew my face. Nobody knew my mum's name. OPS! I spent ten years sitting pretty in London's gay bars waiting for someone to come to me. Sometimes someone did. Sometimes nobody came. Now I'm 33, starting again in Spain, and I still take myself out to gay bars alone, whisky and coke, AirPods in. This chapter is about why! If you've ever stood outside a bar deciding whether to walk in, this one's for you. 📖 The Construction / My weekly newsletter, the full story behind every video: https://substack.com/@lucaferiol 📸 Instagram: @luca.feriol New chapter every quarter. Going out alone, moving to a new city alone, rebuilding a life from zero. I'm documenting all of it, unresolved, as it happens. Authenticity isn't found. It's built! CHAPTERS 00:00 The "Performative" Version of Me 00:27 London: The "Sitting Pretty" Strategy 01:39 10 Years of Playing It Safe 02:11 Moving to Spain: Same Seat, New City 03:15 Happy Pride! 03:23 What Really Changed? 03:50 Club Strategies vs. Bar Realities 04:12 A Message to the Brave #gay #lgbtq #gaybar #pride #goingoutalone