A few years ago there was a disaster near my area that resulted in many college students being displaced and struggling to find housing. A friend of mine offered her place (temporarily) to someone she knew who was in that situation. And wouldn't you know it? This person showed up with her troon friend/classmate without even asking my friend beforehand. My friend is now stuck in the awkward situation of letting this girl and troon stay at her apartment for a couple of weeks after the girl couldn't find a place or telling them to fuck off. (She's nice, what can I say?)
So this troon is the typical fat dude with greasy and poorly dyed hair, wears his disorders like a badge of honor, wears women's clothing that are a size or two too small, and has no sense of boundaries. Physical and social. I mean, the second time I was around this guy he was telling me how he is wanting to do laser hair removal down below so he can avoid having hair in his neovag. TMI dude. That was something I never thought about and would have preferred to have kept it that way! THANKS.
Anyway. The funny part of the story that makes it worth sharing: I would often bring my dog when visiting my friend. My dog HATED the troon. It was wild to me because I had never seen my dog act that way around anyone before, men included. My dog would try to keep his distance, come to me a lot, and seemed to be on guard and watching this guy. He even growled and snapped a couple of times when the troon got too close. I honestly think it was because this dude didn't know how to behave around dogs or understand that dogs have boundaries too. (Even though he said he looooooves dogs and grew up with them.) He is a big guy and would kind of loom over my 70lb dog. It was frustrating as I had to stop until the two of them found a different place to crash. My friend and I joke that obviously I have a transphobic dog.