I once hired a bearded man-bun who I later learned used they/them pronouns. He did his job good enough but was always taking 30 minutes bathroom breaks. Later on the told me that he was in a relationship with a female enby danger hair with a long list of "chronic illnesses". He lived with this butt ugly woman and her MtF boyfriend in a fucked up polycule. I figured the three of them had weird ugly orgies every night but apparently that wasn't the case. He was in a relationship with only the woman, not the man in lipstick and dollar store wig.
I really liked that guy, actually. Clearly he was just latching on to the pronouns so as to fit in better with the people keeping him housed. It would've been pitiable if he wasn't such an adamant communist. Still, he had a decent personality and was willing to engage in political debates without getting angry at my polar opposite opinions. I honestly felt sorry for him. The man was the walking embodiment of soy without an ounce of testosterone in his body.
After a time I deduced that both of the guys were living off the woman's government assistance. She had a decent sized apartment paid for by the state and got more than enough food stamps the keep the three of them fat. If not for the willing cuckoldry, I might even have respected his grift.
Eventually he had to quit to take care of his girlfriend. The MtF in the polycule was the one bringing in weed money for her and I guess she decided it was easier to have one less paycheck in the household than drive herself to her thrice weekly doctor's appointments. So he quit a decent paying job at the behest of his shared girlfriend, never once questioning why it was decided that he should be the one without any earnings to fall back upon. Maybe it even made him feel loved, I will never know.
I consider my experience with him to have been positive. Sure he was a lazy employee but he produced enough for what I was paying and the conversations were genuinely entertaining. Moreover, seeing his disheveled form shuffle home every night was a good reminder to me that while there are free rides in this world, you don't want to take them.
When he quit, I shrugged my shoulders, shook my head and made sure to buy myself some red meat for dinner.
