This cunt. Where do I begin? For starters, he's a NEET, graduated from school years and years ago, never attended university, never learned to drive, never had a fucking job and he's in his mid-20s. He doesn't go to therapy and has made absolutely no attempt and self-improvement, beyond mega-dosing estrogen. Just by existing he makes his parents' lives harder by being an unnecessary expense, when they really ought to be retiring in the near future. Since he came out as trans last year, he's gotten into drugs and risky sexual behaviour, fucking off for days or weeks at a time to his boyfriend's house, without telling anyone. He's an adult, of course, but he still lives like a teenager, and when he's not getting up to god-knows-what, he's in his room, not contributing to household chores, not looking for a job, not even socialising with his family. I know all of this because his brother, the non-shit working one, the parents, and I, have become especially close in this past years, and I've been privy to all their vents about their leech son.
So, leech NEET tranny son who is on drugs, fucks off to who knows where to have gay sex, who's a piece of shit who doesn't contribute to his household, pretty standard behaviour, all things considered, but that's not where the horseshittery ends. For context, Halloween is a pretty big fucking deal for both of our families, so the brother who's moved out and his fiancé were in-town for the adjacent weekend, and came over the night before for a "brief" chat with mild intoxicants. I came to learn that in the time he's been in town, his brother has made a sexual pass at him, in an attempt to coerce him into committing incest with him, which understandably freaked him out, though he's yet to inform the rest of his family or his partner, as he doesn't want his troon brother becoming homeless. His parents are lovely people, but you really do get the sense that they're starting to get sick of his shit, and understandably so.
At the last minute, the troon brother asked to attend the dinner party, and I have plenty of chairs and food, so it was no biggie. His parents were pretty keen on it, and I've always gotten the sense that the main reason they got so close with me is because I used to be that rare breed of semi-functional tranny, before I detransitioned and got my ass to therapy, in the same way there are "functional" alcoholics, in that I held a job and had a social life. Astonishing, I know, real crown fucking achievement.
At dinner, the freak refused to take his mask off, I didn't pay attention to him but I don't really know how he even managed to eat with it, and was on his phone the entire god damn time. I made a few pointed comments to him, suggesting he put his purse down somewhere other than his lap, to which he said, in his obnoxious, whiny, broken falsetto voice, "I need somewhere to put my phone," and I got a similar response when I suggested he put his fucking phone down and participate in conversation. Over his shoulder, I saw he was texting in Discord. Whatever, fucking dick, he left halfway through dinner to sit on the sofa and text his degenerate friends, while the rest of us drank wine and ate some good food. I'm a hugger, with my friends and loved ones, and hugged them all goodbye after dinner; and then there was the troon, standing there, expectantly, awkwardly, staring at me. I gave him a half-hug out of social obligation, and I now wish I'd just given him a firm handshake and sent him on his way, something about being in close proximity to a man, well over 6' and wearing massive black heeled leather boots, set off every alarm bell and made me want to vomit. You get the sense that he's some kind of pervert just by being in his general vicinity.
The idea of being a leech NEET with no life skills, no income, and no participation in household chores is unconscionable to me, I would be humiliated and embarrassed to be in his position. But I think beyond the shame he brings to his family, beyond the incestuous behaviour, what I am really pissed about is the fact he was very rude during my dinner party, and I won't be allowing him back in the future. One does not come between a woman and her dinner party.
