Logan Elijah Foster

[Logan Foster]

LOGAN ELIJAH FOSTER

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NAME:

[/b]birth name: Nikole Ariana Foster
legal name: Logan Elijah Foster
AGE:[/b]seventeen
YEAR:junior
GENDER:male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:straightCELEBRITY CLAIM: Admin edit: REMOVED


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FAMILY:
-Padre: Adam Foster, 45, architect
-Madre: Abby Foster, 45, vice principal for an elementary school.
HISTORY:
One thing people always seem to question about me is my gender identity. How, they ask, can one be biologically born a girl, yet appear and act completely male? The mistake that they make in asking these questions is that they assume that I actually have the answers. Well, I don’t. Simply being transgendered does not, in fact, make me all-knowing. I’m just a sixteen-year-old boy trying to get through high school.

I suppose I should tell you my story, though. I’ll start from the beginning. I’m an only child. As such, my parents felt the need to drown me in toys when I was a child. Obviously, the majority of these were girly toys, considering I was, you know, a girl. Anyways, I played with them because there wasn’t anything else to do, but they bored me. I liked to throw things to see how far they could go instead of actually playing with them, which usually made my parents mad. I always had a ton of energy, whereas my parents rarely had any. A lot of the time, especially in the summer, they liked to pass me off to the neighbors, where I’d spend most of the day while my parents were at work. As a result, I had a close bond with a few of the neighbor kids and a not-so-close bond with my parents.

When I was about six years old, I asked to cut my hair short, though I can’t remember the initial reason… To my astonishment, my parents let me. I loved it. See, whenever I was forced into playing house or some game like that with my neighbors, I was always the brother, the son, never the girl. It was just more interesting and fun to me. This “boy” haircut allowed me to live out that role nearly all of the time. The only time I really disliked it was when I had to use public women’s restrooms. People stared at me, always, and sometimes even confronted me, as if I was stupid enough to use a restroom and never realize it was the wrong one.

Anyways, I digress. I was in a private school until first grade, so I had to wear a skirt everyday as a part of the uniform. When I entered public school in second grade, I wore distinctly male clothes every day. This caused more poking and prodding from the public eye, but my parents never seemed to care, and I was happier dressing that way, so life went on. Nothing really interesting happened between second grade and, say, roughly the end of eighth grade.

I liked girls, and I knew it. I’d known it for a while actually, and when I told my parents, they didn’t seem surprised at all. They were perfectly cool with it, just told me to be careful about who I told. I was surprised and relieved, and I held my parents in a higher regard after that. I’d been expecting some sort of resistance, which, looking back, I guess was pretty stupid. Though my parents and I didn’t really get along, they were pretty relaxed people, like me. So that was that. I told a few people, mostly friends, but also a few family members. No one really cared that much. I mean, no one was mad about it or anything, but there also wasn’t anyone that were like, “Oh, I’m so PROUD of you for being honest with who you are!”
Okay, yeah. Fourteen is a pretty young age to fully accept your sexuality like that. But I was just sure, you know? I’d never felt any sort of attraction towards boys. So, anyway, I still didn’t feel right, even after coming out. I can’t really explain this accurately-but I’ll try. Like- I didn’t feel comfortable in my own body. By this point, my hair was still pretty boyish, but could still pass as girly if styled the right way. The clothes I wore were generally androgynous or clearly male. So I didn’t like my body, but I didn’t know what I wanted about it to change. I didn’t want to be shorter or taller or skinnier or whatever, I just didn’t like it.

I'm pretty sure I stumbled upon the idea of being transgender via YouTube. You know, just clicking on random videos when I found some information on it. I was immediately interested because the early stories that a lot of people told about their transformation was similar to my own. I stayed up all night that Friday researching everything I could find about ftms: breast binders, testosterone treatments, top surgery, bottom surgery, etc, etc. I was REALLY excited. I mean, this just made so much sense. I’d found a solution, after being unhappy with myself for almost my whole life. I spent most of the next evening looking up more information.

On Sunday, I excitedly presented everything I had learned to my dad. I should mention that I was fifteen years old at this time. My dad was actually really happy for me. He said that he hated to see me struggling and he was glad I’d finally found a solution. Together, we told my mom, who wasn’t as enthusiastic, but accepted the fact that this was going to be my lifestyle from now on. They agreed to buy me a binder, (and the good ones aren’t cheap) and promised to try and start using male pronouns and calling me Nick (this was to only be an at-home thing at first, to try it out.) I was on top of the world-until they informed me that they refused to put me into gender therapy or let me start testosterone treatments. They said that they respected my decision, but I was too young to be making any final decisions like that. They also spouted some shit about not being able to afford the treatments. I mean, yeah, the stuff is kind of expensive, but we’re not poor. I’m pretty sure we could have afforded it if they weren’t so cheap.

Well, that really pissed me off, but I was willing to do anything to change their minds. My parents said I’d have to get straight A’s all year, no exceptions, get a job, and join a sport or club and keep up with them, and then they would “consider” putting me on hormones. I agreed, and the challenge was on. I’m not the best student, but I started trying ridiculously hard to keep up with my schoolwork, because I wanted this REALLY badly. I wanted to appear as male as I felt more than anything I had ever wanted anything before.

I wanted a job that I actually at least kind of enjoyed, so I sent in applications to several places and got an interview at Hot Topic. It was the last on my list in order of preference, but I still figured it wouldn’t be too terrible. I was wrong. It’s horrible. I hate it. I just really don’t have the time or the energy to look for a different job. Remember how I said I had to join a sport or a club, too? Well, I joined cross-country. That was a mistake, because it takes up two hours of your time EVERY FREAKING DAY after school, plus most Saturdays for meets. My job requires me to work at least ten hours a week, most of which I had to work on the weekend to keep up with cross-country. Combine this job, this draining sport, and keeping up with all of my schoolwork and grades, and I didn’t have a very active social life. It wasn’t like I had a ton of friends to begin with, though, so I don’t think I was missing out on too much. That was fall of my freshman year of high school. I was 15, a year older than most of the kids in my grade because my overprotective mother had put me in kindergarten a year later than most other kids. After the first few months of working my ass off, I decided to come out to my small group of friends and ask them to start using the male pronouns and name, too.

Not one of my friends knew what being transgendered meant, and I am completely serious when I say that I lost every single one of my friends over the course of that week. So then I was alone. And I won’t lie, it sucked ass. My more gossip-prone friends started telling people that I wished I had a penis. Up until that point, I’d mostly been known as a butch lesbian, which hadn’t exactly made me Miss Popularity either, but this…this was way worse. Two or three sympathetic teachers agreed to use mal pronouns and a compromise between my birth name and my preferred name-Nicky. The rest of them refused, but I didn’t really push the issue. This was in early January. I’d come out to my “friends” a couple of days after winter break had ended. I tried to lay low and keep myself busy, but honestly, I dreaded having to go to school every day. As you can guess, there were a lot of assholes that gave me a hard time. Cross-country had ended but track hadn’t started yet, so I was working more hours. I’d been saving my money because my parents had said I’d have to pay half if they did ever let me start T. I should also mention that over winter break, I had had my first gender therapy session, which was why I had come out to my friends afterwards. My therapist recommended it.

Well, anyways, I started wearing my binder more. Before, I had mostly only worn it at home and at school if I had a loose shirt on. It would have seemed weird before, plus the one I had could get pretty uncomfortable. Now I had no reason not to. I ordered a new, quality binder with some of the money I’d saved up from work, and now that I was more or less out at school, I figured I might as well wear it every day. I found that I felt a lot more comfortable in it, as it helped to ease some of the gender dysphoria I was constantly feeling. But just because I was more comfortable didn’t mean that people at my school were okay with it. The harassment got so bad that my parents and I started looking into other school. We decided on a boarding school, because if I transferred to one of the other high schools nearby, the rumors and teasing would probably persist. So, we looked for a place where I could start over completely.

At first, my parents tried to get me to choose a school in Wisconsin, so I’d be closer and it would most likely be cheaper than somewhere out of state. I guess I didn’t really have a specific reason for wanting to go to one in California, though. Maybe I wanted the warm weather, or maybe I thought I’d be more socially accepted there. It doesn’t really matter. We looked into three or four different schools in the San Francisco area and decided on Daze. It took a lot of convincing phone calls, but we got them to enroll me, more or less, as a male. They would let me board in male dorms and all of the teachers would know me as a boy. Only a few of the higher-ups would know the truth. My new name would be Logan Elijah Foster. Not legally, though.

My mom was really mad that I wanted to change my name at all. She wanted me to just keep going by Nicky, but I absolutely hated the name, and for that matter, the names Nick and Nikole as well. So it was mostly my dad and I that decided on my new name, with a little bit of reluctant input from my mom. My mom is the reason it’s not changed legally- she said it was more trouble than it was worth. I plan to change it as soon as I turn eighteen, though.

Lastly: hormones. I got the letter to start T after only two sessions of gender therapy. I officially started testosterone treatments on February 2nd, 2011. My voice has deepened somewhat and I have begun to see a tiny bit of body hair. Other than that, there hasn’t been much progress, but there should be more as I continue to use it.

I’ve only been waiting for all of the legal kinks to be worked out before I can get to Daze. My major goal is to start over and leave my old life behind- at least as much as is possible. No one will know of my past as a “girl” if I can help it. And unless I tell anyone, and as long as I’m careful, I don’t think that anyone will have a solid reason to believe that I am not a biological male. Maybe if I find some REAL friends that I know I can actually trust, I’ll tell them. Either way, Daze will be the beginning of my new life.

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APPEARANCE: Logan is five feet and six inches, which he is often quite self-concious of. He weighs about 125 pounds, though it varies on the time of day. A slight weight gain can be expected with the administartion of testosterone. His eyes are mostly green, but can appear blue in the right setting. His hair is wavy and a somewhat dark brown, and he keeps it short, then lets it grow out until it reaches his eyebrows. His gauges are 9/16 of an inch and will stay that way for a while. He also has spiderbites on the left side of his lip and a septum piercing that he rarely wears.
LIKES:

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-the ladies ;D
-track&cross country
-piercings, tattoos, gauges
-plaid shirts
-testosterone treatments!!!
-being recognized and accepted as male.
-sarcasm

DISLIKES:
-hot topic
-his birth name
-drama queens
-transphobics
-public bathrooms

FEARS:
-people finding out he is FTM
-not being accepted/ losing all his friends again
SECRET:
-FTM transgendered. YAY REPITITION
GOAL:
-get a new job
-get all A's
-make some trustworthy friends
MENTIONABLES: FTM transgender. If you didn't catch on to that already. [/blockquote][/blockquote]

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EXPERIENCE: coupla years
TIMEZONE:

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