I (22M) grew up in a rural-adjacent suburb where the culture was complete dogwater. My dad openly fantasized about committing violence against minority groups ever since I was a young child, and he constantly threatened to kill me if I ever turned out to be gay. The public school I went to was full of bullies who singled me out for being emotional and therefore easy to pick on.
I never turned out to be gay, but I did turn out to be very gentle and emotional. In my natural state, I want to be sweet and caring and talk in a higher-pitched, softer manner. I love cute things, I love making people happy, and I love fantasizing about big strong women who will protect and care for me.
I have had very few opportunities to express myself. Various factors like disabilities and my older brother surveilling me in K-12 school (by using my bullies as a spy network to report every weird thing I did) made it impossible to express myself without being abused at home for it.
In recent years, I have been able to spend some limited time on my own without constant surveillance. The people I've talked to, typically from chatting with people at various appointments I've been dropped off at, seem to have a very laissez-faire "be yourself" attitude and don't seem very interested in persecuting weirdos like me. One of them even corrected me for accidentally saying something politically incorrect. This wasn't even that close to the city—this was adjacent to the new suburbs that my family moved to recently.
Still, it's hard to shake off a decade of paranoia about getting found out and beaten for being, in my dad's words, a "pansy". I keep stopping myself from expressing any kind of emotion in public for fear of what will happen to me. Tomorrow is the first time I get to visit my city proper, which is said to be fairly progressive and has big pride parades every year (around 1 million people turn out). And yet, I keep telling myself that I can't because some fascist goon could be watching and signal to all of the other fascist goons to jump me.
Is it safe to just be me now, or do I still have to be very careful about when and where to express myself? I'm so tired, honestly. I just want to be allowed to exist for once in my life.
Come to London, most people won't even give you a second glance, zero fucks given
That goes for knifings too
Overrated nonsense in the newspapers... I've lived and worked in and around London my entire life and never seen a knife outside of a restaurant.
You're probably in more danger from that edge you're displaying.