And it's rather unsettling, to say the least.

The place I work at is both a gym and tennis courts, and this guy is one of the tennis professionals who gives lessons. And he's insanely homophobic and will use any opportunity to go on a rant about how much he hates gay people (but lesbians are ok. Because HOT. Amirite? Ugh..).

He doesn't know I'm bisexual (yes, I've decided to identify with that term as opposed to pansexual for a few reasons. Discussion for another day) because, well, why would he? So he sits there and spouts off this shit about how horrible and disgusting Teh Gayz are and it's like, dude. Those are my people. That's me. You're talking about me.

A couple of my coworkers also really, really dislike him (for other reasons as well) but, like, what are we gonna do? He's one of our best customers for the courts. And he's kind of creepy and volatile on top of it so I guess no one wants to really cross him. It's just fucking disgusting.

In my mind I want to tell him to STFU but in reality I can't bring myself to do it. I don't know. Thankfully I don't have to see him much because I usually work in the gym, not at the courts, but I had to deal with him today and I just wanted to rage and flip a table.