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Input: For a bit of context and back story, I'm a single bisexual guy and live in a studio apartment on the third floor of my apartment complex, rent is cheap, or at least low enough to allow me a significant amount of disposable income. I share my place with my two dogs, whom I walk often when I'm there and whenever they need to run downstairs to do their needs when I'm home. Needless to say the place is slightly cramped between me and my old puppers. On tje nights I work, I allow one.of the neighbors to keep them(pay them fairly of course even if sometimes I need to convince them to accept tje money)  and sometimes I go to my sister's place and drop them off for the night or a day or two so they see mother, my sister and her kids. They love it. 
I've been doing this since I moved out back in 2011 at the age of 19.
I know it seems odd I don't have a place of my own at my age now, but for reasons I can't disclose, let's say I'm not eligible for land ownership of any kind at the moment. 
Anywho, back when I moved out I focused on college for a while to pursue a career in the medical field but dropped it once I realized I would not be able to practice said career if I were to go through with it(at least at the time)... So instead settled for becoming an rn(registered nurse) and decided to leave things at that. 
During those college years I met a group of friends, we all shared similar interests, but also differing beliefs and opinions, and some of us stood in different sides of the political spectrum which often led to.minor argumemts.
We all are in a private but local messaging group, and back in early 2017 I met the person I'm referring to in the title. Now, full disclosure, that private server has a lot of nsfw content in it, and by that I mean nudes, videos and what not... And that's pretty much how I met said person who I will refer to as x from now on. 
X was 18? I think, maybe 19?, we all needed to be 18 to go tp the group parties.

One time back in  mid 2017 X was at a party the group owner was hosting, so was I and a few other close friends, along with a good amount of other people. I talked to X for a while, played videogames with him and thought it was a good interaction.
Needless to say once it got dark the party turned sexual and that was my queue to leave. 
X stayed behind, but we kept talking over text. We talked every day after that and got close enough for him to start venting and telling me all he.was going through. 
We kept talking for a few months and kept seeing esch other at parties, as usual whenever the party went from games and movies to pretty much free for all orgy time I'd take my leave.
On the group, pictures and videos of X kept getting posted by him and the people he'd hook up with, to the point X was now known as the group's sex toy.
Which I didn't care for the most part, his life and decisions were his alone after all.
That kind of changed when X opened up to having problems with the relatives he stayed with because of parental issues. He'd bring up how he was basically homeless and couch surfing and that he had to stay with friends here and there and certain people from the group. 
In August 2017 I offered him to stay at my place when he needed to from there on, which was sometimes several days at the time. 
It was alright, at first that is. I'd end up driving him around, to doctor appointments and to his lgbt support group. I'd then take him to the next person he'd be staying with for the next set of days. Most of these were 50 minutes to and from, which sometimes made me question my own words when I ordered to help him out.
It soon became a routine where he'd just stay with me and a few other people in.the group. Mostly the guys and a very liberal couple.
He was very clean, and would clean the studio very well, far more than I did if I had to be honest. He would also cook for me in the mornings after I came home from work, so that was nice I suppose.

He'd lounge about in female lingerie or dressed. overly femenine and offer sex favors now and then, but I'd refuse them out of slight prejudice and slight disgust because of THE AGE GAP MIND YOU, not to mention his sex partners count was hundreds of times higher than mine, and there was also the issue of me taking him to get tested way too often, but probably him being poly had a major role in my decision not to accept. He.was quite good looking, I suppose. Very androgynous.

I knew he let the other guys sex him when he stayed with them, but I wasn't interested in any of that, and also saw it to be wrong and almost as if it was taking advantage of his situation if I accepted the offers.

One thing I didn't mention was, he had no job, and while I was raised to never argue over food and water, and while he'd try and ask me to use his aid stamps, I simply didn't see it to be right to use them and instead let him use them with the others. However, what I did mind was... That he had no interest in finding a job, or a permanent place to stay or call his own. 
I'd take him to pick up applications close by, even offered to put in word with one of the many nursing places I'd worked and volunteered since highschool. But he'd often say how he wasn't cut out to work in general and that if he could fimd someone to stay and pay with sex and cleaning he'd be happy. 
Every now and then I'd find the applications unfilled or folded, and when asked about it he'd respond with a simple I'm sorry I'll try later.
 
This went on between late 2017 and the entirety of 2018.
Last November, he was offered access into an lgbt program that would let him have his owm apartment and job opportunities, but... He refused on the basis that it wouldn't let him be free to do things he liked, such as smoking and vaping weed, having to dress appropriately for job interviews as well as having to.be at the place every day by a certain time and no guests over night... So no sex life or so he complained. 
I was livid. I couldn't fathom why he'd let go such an opportunity. Even if it had drawbacks, just acceot it, make the most of it and when you are economically stable enough just move again.
It's not like it was any different from living witg me, no people over on days I work, and while I'm ok with drugs, I did ask not to have any at my place, the last thing I needed was to get jailed for possession of drug paraphernalia. 

I wanted to say something, but everyone in the group kept congratulating him and spoiling him. Specially the liberal couple that kept saying how brave he was and went as far as taking him to get new clothes right after. 
December and January go by and things are back to.the same routine, but I was just tired of him, of his attitude towards his situation. Of him caring more about a good fuck and dressing as a girl instead of fixing his situation.
They were enabling him. I was enabling the behavior and instead of helping him I was just making things worse for him at this point. 

I stopped doing things and took him in when I could, provided him food, internet and electricity. I never once asked of him more than I saw fit, never saw him in a sexual manner and was accepting of his kinks and sex life. 
He was offered a part time job early January, but he declined it because he didn't like the hours... I asked him to reconsider but that went nowhere. 
I was really saddened by it and things were awkward for a few days until he stayed with someone else. He posted pictures of him partying and having sex in the group, petty normal behavior for him, but it made me boil with anger. He was acting like usual despite his situation. 
I texted him.I couldn't let him stay over anymore, and that he was welcome to come and pick his things up, which he did. He didn't make a scene or anything when he came over, did try and offer sex again, but he knew my stance on that kind of thing. 
Later I found myself uninvited to the upcoming dnd group gathering and parties, and the friends I had have blocked me.
So now I'm here writing this at 5:50am, still saddened the friends I thought I had are now just acquaintances or maybe less than so from the looks of it.  

There were many things I would have said, but they lean on politics and I don't feel like bringing those up. Though I feel they'd bring some more context to the situation.

TL;DR
Let "homeless" friend stay with me on and off for a little over a year. Friend never bother to better himself despite my efforts. Circle of friends encouraged his behavior and I had enough. Told him he couldn't stay with me anymore and now I've been pushed out of my circle of friends.

not letting homeless friend stay over anymore