I live in Brisbane, Australia, which is not known for its tolerance (especially as I spend a third of my time in its suburbs), and generally receive positive feedback and nice comments from people, including some who have stopped me to ask where I got certain items. Women seem to love pretty much every item and look that I rock, and wish that their men looked like me, or that I was their man.
That said, I've gotten the odd chuckle or stare, though that's usually whenever I'm in the working class suburbs. In fact, until this year I would be called a fag or something similar twice a week, more if I stayed in that suburb. It didn't matter what look I was rocking, if it wasn't the baggy board shorts and tee uniform it was probably gay and hate-worthy. Now it's just once a month.
All this said, it doesn't bother me. It used to when I was 18 and new to style and the adult world in general, but now if anything it makes me chuckle. A person who feels the need to shout "fag" because he sees someone better dressed than him must be a pretty pathetic person, so it doesn't concern me.