about bobu

Fear followed me through childhood. “Don’t run, you’ll hurt yourself” felt less like care and more like a warning that the world was fragile. Years later, I left an emotionally abusive relationship and felt alone on the frontline. No backup. Places said they were safe, but they weren’t. Staff hid behind smiles. Customers went quiet. That silence breaks everything.

So I built something different. I opened a venue where be yourself was real and sometimes messy. Safety wasn’t a poster on the wall. It was lived. bobu grew from that need and from the hope that people don’t have to disappear to survive.

I learned early how to disappear in plain sight. Bullying taught me that power often doesn’t care. I built armour, smiled through pain, and paid for peace with pieces of myself. Most harm leaves no bruises. It teaches you to shrink, stay quiet, and call that strength. For years, I kept the peace by disappearing. Silence costs too much.

bobu came out of that fight. A promise that no one should have to vanish to feel safe. You can take up space, stand your ground, and stop pretending everything’s fine when it isn’t.