Last Friday I met David Duchovny.
I have no photographic evidence of this because I met him while he was shooting a scene in his boxer briefs.
There was a lot of hubbub surrounding me meeting David Duchovny from my family and friends. They remembered what a hopeless, pathetic X-files nerd I was between the ages of 10-19. My Dad’s girlfriend, who works on Californication, told me to have my mother ship out any X-files paraphernalia and David would gladly sign them when I met him. My Mom would have happily obliged if I asked her. In fact, she spent most of the week leading up to me meeting David Duchovny telling everyone in our hometown.
As a 28 year-old who previously worked for celebrities, I would never in a million years walk up to David Duchovny with my Australia edition of the Rolling Stone that features he and Gillian Anderson in bed together or my Agent Mulder action figure from Fight the Future and ask him to sign it. That is not a freak flag I want to freely wave to the world anymore- especially at David Duchovny.
I don’t have a large story surrounding my meeting with David Duchovny other than that he walked up and introduced himself to me and he’s a very nice man. He’s also quite handsome in real life. I got to sit next to the director and watch Hank and Runkle converse at Runkle’s pad. The rest of the cast and crew are extremely nice and welcoming. Actually, having been used to working on sets where there was a lot of ego and drama, this production seemed void of it. The rumor is Duchovny is very down to Earth and chill.
Meeting David Duchovny got me thinking a lot about my former life as an X-files nerd. It took up a third of my life. Nine years of drooling over poorly written fan fiction. Nine years of hunting down magazines from all over the world that have the slightest mention of Mulder or Scully. Nine years of holding my breath one hour a week out of hopes that Mulder and Scully would finally suck face. I forced my friends to call me “Spooky” and to reenact episodes in the schoolyard. I was a very unforgiving and unapologetic X-files nerd, maybe even teetering on aggressive. These are all memories I like to forget, but luckily my Mom made a scrapbook to remind me.
The only solace I’ve received through the years is knowing that there are respectable adults who were once like me. I’ve met a lot of them and I got some of them to share their stories with me:
Were you an X-files nerd too?
Adrienne Breaux- writer at Apartment Therapy and 2Modern
Let me explain what a “shipper” is. The formal definition will say something about folks who enjoy the romantic chemistry between two characters in a television show more than say, the overarching mythology or plot. But that’s a weak, watered down version of that word. A real shipper is someone who sleeps, breathes and eats the will they/won’t they relationship of two protagonists in a fictional television show. Tuning in loyally every week to a new episode for scenes with two beloved and usually good-looking characters simply ISN’T ENOUGH.
Back in the day (late nineties) when the X-Files took a fierce hold on my psyche and my fantasies, we didn’t have behind-the-scenes extras and special apps for our smart phones that were an acceptable fix for TV addicts. Hell, we didn’t even have YouTube and the ability to watch poorly edited together segments of every side glance, arm touch or kiss while Sixpence None The Richer’s “Kiss Me” played. There was only one way to satiate the desire to spend more moments absorbing any and every trace of delicious innuendo and teasing between two characters: fan fiction. Yes, I used to read entirely-too-explicit-for-my-age X-Files fan fiction at one point in my youth. And occasionally, just for laughs, or when I miss Mulder and Scully’s banter too much, I still do.
The definitive place on the Internet for X-Files fan fiction (in my opinion): the still updated, easy-to-search fluky.gossamer.org.
Emily Louise Church- writer at Without Obsession
The X-Files. Where to start with a programme that was such an integral part of my childhood? My earliest memory of the show was watching it with my dad, a somewhat hardcore fan, probably even more passionate than me. The first episode I can ever recall was ‘Terms of Endearment’ starring the one and only Bruce Campbell as a demon desperate for a human baby. Though mildly terrifying viewing at such a young age, I quickly became an X-Files nerd, and I even planned out my career as a top FBI agent. It’s hard to put in to words how much I adore The X-Files, how much it touched my younger self and stayed with my, now fully grown, adult self. To this day, I still watch the show whenever I’m looking for my fix of spookily supernatural shenanigans or just a heavy dose of wanton sexual tension. So to Chris Carter, thank you for enriching my life, and to David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson, thank you for bringing to life two of the most complex and entertaining characters ever to grace the small screen.
CJ Morgan- DJ at KLBJ 93.7
Friday nights at my house meant one thing: The X Files. After I finished watching the latest episode, I would head outside to re-enact what I had just seen on TV. The bushes were a Russian forest, the cellar was a secret government base and my clubhouse turned into the Lone Gunman’s trailer. Lurking around every corner was the Smoking man, Krycek or the oil-eyed alien hybrids. On one particular night, I turned my two-story clubhouse into a submarine using ladders, life jackets, old Christmas lights and nine volt batteries to simulate the eerie red lighting. When friends would sleep over, we’d spend most of our time outside on patrol for government agents or searching the night sky for signs of life.
Jordan Cooper- musician & writer, creator of Write a Song About Me
My parents are finally moving out of the house that I lived in for about 20 years of my life. I came over to take care of some of my old things that had been gathering dust in my childhood room. It’s not surprising that about half of these things related to X-Files. Books of X-Files trading cards I obsessively collected, old Entertainment Weekly’s with X-Files articles in them, Unauthorized guides, the X-Files soundtrack (“Songs in the Key of X”), X-Files comics (which were really quite good!), including issue #4, where my young mind was blown by seeing my own fan letter printed in the back. However these things were never part of my “past”, because they are still very much part of my present. Not long ago I attended an X-Files viewing party (the only kind of party I’d feel comfortable at, no doubt), where I brought a new $50 flashlight to shine on the screen any time Mulder or Scully pulled out theirs. I created a new X-Files party game! I love X-Files, and I Want To Believe that everyone else does, too.