I'm Amber. I'm a nerd. Printmaker. Slowly becoming more social. I like bright colors, monsters, and hilariously bad things. Don't be shy; I like talking, but I take provocation. Like a velociraptor of conversation.
My house is strange. There’s me, i’m bisexual, and I live with my gay brother and my asexual fiance. My brother and I have the same taste in boys, but i’m really the only one who likes girls, and my fiance is generally just really excited about dragons.
I never expected to work such a “low” job when I graduated college. I worked for years to get my degree after I thought I gave up on bettering myself, and it seemed insulting that—despite my best efforts—I wound up working in hotel housekeeping. Where’s the justice in that?