Amy's sole purpose in life is to kidnap Hyukkie of Super Junior. Hence, she is about to fcuk some shit up.

Amy loves animals, her family and friends, slash/shonen-ai/YAOI/whathaveyou and her onnies and dongsaengs.

Amy likes to refer to herself in the third person and talk weirdly. Please do not question her strange antics and tolerate them to the best of your ability. If you cannot, you can pay for Amy's speech pathologist fees.

Amy would like to recommend all the stories in her Favourites list, but please be warned they are all slash. It means boy on boy action, gay love. If you do not like, please refrain from abusive language and Please Leave Page Now. Otherwise Amy will not be responsible for the R-rated language she will use on you, including STFU and GTFO.

Amy be hating you for it, betch.

Otherwise, Amy welcomes you to her page which is currently boring with nothing to read on it. She is trying to force her writer's block into a dead-end, where it will hopefully stay forever. Amy is also paying for a psychiatrist who will threaten her to finish various other stories she has posted on other websites.

(Yes I really talk like this almost always.)

If you have ever tripped over air, copy this into your profile.

If you want to be a writer someday, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you have ever felt the undeniable urge to slam your head into something, whether it is another person or not copy this into your profile.

If you think homophobia is wrong, copy this into your profile.

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.