This is another photo from an old nineties-style website, one that I thought hadn’t survived, except it has—for now. It’s from Eternally X-Files, A David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson Shipper Website on geocities.com. It’s a sort of forerunner to www.tumblr.com/fuckyeahdavidandgillian, but shippier. Much shippier. This is from gallery one. It’s a blooper gallery, and you can tell many of the shots were made from grainy VCR tapes. Picture after blurry picture, all of DD and GA smiling and laughing on set. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if some clever person would redo these photos from higher quality DVDs or downloads? Anyone? The best thing, though, is her links page is still up and it is full of old, defunct X-Files web pages I can try to track down and document for Fanlore. Geocities, I do miss you.
tenthousandmiracles:
As opposed to the relatively frequent Mulder-absence fics, I’ve found and read only one fic of this kind.
It involved Mulder time-travelling (which wasn’t explained in any way) to his mid 80’s body with present days knowledge. And hooking up with a college aged Scully. Who not only was a virgin…
I keep posting answers to this request for recs and decided to reblog it so I could answer in more detail. For complicated personal reasons, I am obsessed with the abduction arc. After I first watched it, I went looking for fanfic and found very little, which is why I ended up writing “Hope Without Reason.” There should be more stories than deal with Scully’s abduction, but it took place early in the series and as far as I can tell, relatively little fanfiction was being written and posted at that time. Mine is the only story that I am aware of that is set during her absence, but there are some wonderful stories that address some of the same themes.
“Universal Invariants” by Syntax6, which I have recced in so many places I should get a commission, begins early in season one, right after their first meeting in the basement, and weaves its way artfully through the series canon, ending just after “One Breath,” when Scully has returned to work. Her abduction and its after effects are a major plot point, but I don’t want to spoil anyone who hasn’t read it. It’s brilliant. And it might be my favorite X-Files fanfic of all time. It’s a story I have reread again and again with pleasure. Syntax6 wrote a fine sequel, “Laws of Motion,” which you can also find on her website. http://www.omniscribe.com/
“Synesthesia” by Haphazard Method, an excellent story, has a passage where Mulder talks to Scully about his feelings during her abduction. It’s the story that inspired mine. http://fluky.gossamer.org/
The other novel I love that portrays Mulder dealing with Scully’s abduction is an alternative universe that begins after season eight, “The 13th Sign” by prufrock’s love. It also has a sequel, “7 Days in May” ; both stories are at Gossamer. http://fluky.gossamer.org/
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This fortunecity.com find is the little banner from a site I stumbled on completely by accident. Strangely, I haven’t found much since for the X-Men fandom. But The Queen of Hearts Fan Fiction Archive is a small treasure trove of fic devoted to Rogue, and if you’re persistent and poke around a little, most of the old stories are still there on the Internet Archive. I was enchanted to see that fan fiction was still two words back then rather than one.
Here’s another picture gleaned from a defunct fortunecity.com site. I’m continuing to search for the URLs, putting them through the Wayback Machine to see if they’re archived, posting them to the Fanlore page. It’s slow and it’s tedious. I don’t think The X-Files is being as hard hit as we were with the demise of geocities. But the number of old fandom sites being lost is staggering. Maybe it doesn’t matter. It’s not as though I’ve stumbled upon a hidden cache of unknown masterpieces of fanfic.
mmrr:
The cancer arc actually offended me. I’ve lost a lot of relatives to cancer (and had a scare myself) and NONE of them were as consistently whiny and self-pitying as Scully. I understand that people react differently, but I felt the melodrama/helpless female quotient was unrealistically high.
so i’ve been thinking for a while about creating a tumblr just for my responses to the xf confessions tumblr. because i pretty much have ~thoughts about all of them.
and then there are ones like this, which make me wonder if this person was even watching the same show as me. i read this and felt my entire body try to turn into a question mark, such was my confusion.
tree, I would follow your Reactions to the X-files Confessions Tumbr. But I had to stop following it. It was too much crazy all in one place.
Dear OP: It’s good to know that there is a right and a wrong way for a female character to behave when she’s a terminal cancer patient. Thank you for setting the record straight.
juliettetang:
“He felt swarmed by detail: her look, her hair, her body, those sheets, that French toast, the memory of that formal tea tray and naked Holly pouring tea into his flowered cup. He badly needed a change of context. He needed to get Holly on his turf, if only for a little while. He wanted to see Holly feel strange in his apartment… The sight of Holly sitting in his chair would put the cap on the reality of her, once and for all.” —Laurie Colwin, Happy All the Time
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I love everything Laurie Colwin has written. I own everything she’s written.
This post made me feel happy.
I’ve spent my weekend looking for lost web pages from fortunecity.com, an early free website host that closed its doors early this May. I volunteered to help search for URLs for old X-Files sites to post at Fanlore. I found a few; some even had some content accessible via the Internet Archive. This photo is from one of those old websites from the nineties, All About The X-Files, David and Gillian. The images are much lower quality than what people post now, but I like them. To my eye, the muted coloring and softer focus is painterly. I love the youthful optimism of the site name, too: Come in, look around. I can tell you all you need to know.
About The X-Files. And David. And Gillian.
So, there is this horrible picture making the rounds of a child’s teeth and there is no way I’m reblogging that nightmare.
mmrr:
wendelah:
mmrr:
… So I want to end by talking about a vision and a context for lesbian sexuality. For those who want how-to-do-it guidelines, this ending will be a great disappointment. I want to suggest what sexuality might look like rooted in lesbian imagination, not in the hetero-fantasies of lesbian pornography. This is a vision, a context, an end note that is really a beginning.
This vision of sexuality includes the ‘ability to touch and be touched.’ But more, a touch that makes contact, as James Baldwin has phrased it. Andrea Dworkin, building on those words of Baldwin, writes about sexuality as the act, the point of connection, where touch makes contact if self-knowledge is present. It is also the act, the point of connection, where the inability of touch to make contact is revealed and where the results may be devastating. In sexuality, intimacy is always possible, as much as we say that sex is sex—that is, simple pleasure. In sexuality, a range of emotions about life get expressed, however casual or impersonal the intercourse—feelings of betrayal, rage, isolation, and bitterness as well as hope, joy, tenderness, love, and communion (Dworkin 1987 pp. 47-61). All, although not all together, reside in this passion we call sexuality. Sexuality is where these emotions become accessible or anesthetized. A whole human life does not stand still in sex…
… The presence of a whole human life in the act of sexuality negates any reductionistic view of sex as good or bad, sheer pleasure or sheer perversion. Dworkin reminds us that when sex is getting even, when sex is hatred, when sex is utility, when sex is indifferent, then sex is the destroying of a human being, another person perhaps, assuredly one’s self. Sex is a whole human life rooted in passion, in flesh. This whole human life is at stake always.
this is the sort of thing that really bothers me, as an asexual. and when i say “bothers” i mean “upsets me to the point of tears a lot of the time”. it’s extremely difficult to find a space where my experience of being a repulsed asexual cis woman who is married to and has sex with a sexual cis man doesn’t get backed into this awful corner of “destroying a human being”.
Is this more of the writing from the sex negative radical feminist blog?
Oh boy.
It bothers me, too, and I’m not asexual. She doesn’t speak for me, and Andrea Dworkin doesn’t either. I’ve had “indifferent sex,” or at least sex where I was much more into it than my partner. Sex where he didn’t care if he got off, but he wanted to give me pleasure. He seems just fine. I’ve had sex where I didn’t feel much in the mood but he was anxious and traumatized or just tired and wound up and I wanted him to be able to sleep. I’m fine, too.
This isn’t at all the same as what you’re describing and I don’t mean to imply that it is.
Dworkin reminds us that when sex is getting even, when sex is hatred, when sex is utility, when sex is indifferent, then sex is the destroying of a human being, another person perhaps, assuredly one’s self. Sex is a whole human life rooted in passion, in flesh. This whole human life is at stake always.
First of all, that seems pretty hyperbolic. Sex isn’t like that at all. It isn’t “a whole human life rooted in passion,” it is a part of human life, and a comparatively small part of life, I might add, for all the importance our society seems to accord it.
Weirdly, her language reminds me of the kind of thing religious celibates say to keep kids from having sex until they’re married.
Anyway, lucky for me, since I am not a radical feminist lesbian, I’m not her target audience, and I’m more than fine with that.
Maybe this isn’t meant for you, either.
Maybe your safe space can be with whomever you want it to be, as long as they can accept you as you are, a “repulsed asexual cis woman who is married to and has sex with a sexual cis man,” and let you and your husband make your own choices, without passing judgment or making you wrong in any way.
For what it’s worth, I accept you as you are, in the midst of your struggle and your pain with this essay, and this issue.
firstly, thank you for the moral support. :) i guess i was feeling fragile last night. also, yes, same blog.
i find it difficult to navigate the online discussion of sex because what a lot of it comes down to is that if i’m not consenting enthusiastically then my partner is basically a rapist or because i do not experience sexual attraction i cannot participate fully in sex and i’m therefore depriving my partner of a fulfilling experience and possibly being abusive too.
sure, it would’ve been great if, when i finally discovered that asexuality is a real thing and i wasn’t actually broken, mr tree and i could have turned off the love switch and parted amicably — he to a fulfilling sexual relationship and me to whatever. but it didn’t work that way. he still loves me and i still love him. and it’s hard. it’s really fucking hard and i wish i had somewhere to talk about it or someone to talk about it to without a concurrent feeling of betrayal and disloyalty. hell, i couldn’t even talk to my psychiatrist about it without him trying to force marriage counselling on me. i would also like to be able to talk about it without crying.
so maybe i took something that was meant to be purely theoretical and political and made it personal. maybe i misunderstood it completely. it happens. the fact remains that stuff like that gets said about people like me all the time, so it can be difficult to distinguish theory from someone who’s being completely literal.
anyway, pretty soon i’m going to be having nightmares about TEETH. so that puts it all in perspective.
I did notice how there was no mention of love in that essay. She talks about other emotional states, using (to me, only-a-nurse Wendy) large and confusing words strung together in incomprehensible ways, but never about love. Like I said, I’m not the target audience in more ways than one.
It is hard. Really, being in any long term committed relationship is hard, but at least in that area, yours is much harder. It just is. And it’s complicated. I wish you had someone to talk to about it, too, someone ideally who knew what it was like. I am a poor substitute for that, but I am here.
Looking at her post again, I don’t think you did misread her (although if you had, that would be understandable—to me—given her style and choice of language) but her response to you completely missed the mark.
Thanks for those teeth. ;)
(Source: radtransfem)
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mmrr:
… So I want to end by talking about a vision and a context for lesbian sexuality. For those who want how-to-do-it guidelines, this ending will be a great disappointment. I want to suggest what sexuality might look like rooted in lesbian imagination, not in the hetero-fantasies of lesbian pornography. This is a vision, a context, an end note that is really a beginning.
This vision of sexuality includes the ‘ability to touch and be touched.’ But more, a touch that makes contact, as James Baldwin has phrased it. Andrea Dworkin, building on those words of Baldwin, writes about sexuality as the act, the point of connection, where touch makes contact if self-knowledge is present. It is also the act, the point of connection, where the inability of touch to make contact is revealed and where the results may be devastating. In sexuality, intimacy is always possible, as much as we say that sex is sex—that is, simple pleasure. In sexuality, a range of emotions about life get expressed, however casual or impersonal the intercourse—feelings of betrayal, rage, isolation, and bitterness as well as hope, joy, tenderness, love, and communion (Dworkin 1987 pp. 47-61). All, although not all together, reside in this passion we call sexuality. Sexuality is where these emotions become accessible or anesthetized. A whole human life does not stand still in sex…
… The presence of a whole human life in the act of sexuality negates any reductionistic view of sex as good or bad, sheer pleasure or sheer perversion. Dworkin reminds us that when sex is getting even, when sex is hatred, when sex is utility, when sex is indifferent, then sex is the destroying of a human being, another person perhaps, assuredly one’s self. Sex is a whole human life rooted in passion, in flesh. This whole human life is at stake always.
this is the sort of thing that really bothers me, as an asexual. and when i say “bothers” i mean “upsets me to the point of tears a lot of the time”. it’s extremely difficult to find a space where my experience of being a repulsed asexual cis woman who is married to and has sex with a sexual cis man doesn’t get backed into this awful corner of “destroying a human being”.
Is this more of the writing from the sex negative radical feminist blog?
Oh boy.
It bothers me, too, and I’m not asexual. She doesn’t speak for me, and Andrea Dworkin doesn’t either. I’ve had “indifferent sex,” or at least sex where I was much more into it than my partner. Sex where he didn’t care if he got off, but he wanted to give me pleasure. He seems just fine. I’ve had sex where I didn’t feel much in the mood but he was anxious and traumatized or just tired and wound up and I wanted him to be able to sleep. I’m fine, too.
This isn’t at all the same as what you’re describing and I don’t mean to imply that it is.
Dworkin reminds us that when sex is getting even, when sex is hatred, when sex is utility, when sex is indifferent, then sex is the destroying of a human being, another person perhaps, assuredly one’s self. Sex is a whole human life rooted in passion, in flesh. This whole human life is at stake always.
First of all, that seems pretty hyperbolic. Sex isn’t like that at all. It isn’t “a whole human life rooted in passion,” it is a part of human life, and a comparatively small part of life, I might add, for all the importance our society seems to accord it.
Weirdly, her language reminds me of the kind of thing religious celibates say to keep kids from having sex until they’re married.
Anyway, lucky for me, since I am not a radical feminist lesbian, I’m not her target audience, and I’m more than fine with that.
Maybe this isn’t meant for you, either.
Maybe your safe space can be with whomever you want it to be, as long as they can accept you as you are, a “repulsed asexual cis woman who is married to and has sex with a sexual cis man,” and let you and your husband make your own choices, without passing judgment or making you wrong in any way.
For what it’s worth, I accept you as you are, in the midst of your struggle and your pain with this essay, and this issue.
(Source: radtransfem)
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