The thing is, that the entire concept of Doctor Who as a whole is pretty much tailor made to arrow directly for my deepest fannish needs and wants. And when I first found it, through New Who, it played on enough of those aspects to suck me in hard...and I don't want to undersell that it did that. Because it did, even setting aside my ginormous crush on David Tennant (which is, and remains GINORMOUS, regardless of any unresolved issues I have with Ten). But there were things that I wanted from it I wasn't getting, and more things that would go on to be actively upsetting to me in a way I didn't like at all. Because I was in love, I turned to old school Who as well. And there! There were other things I wanted and needed, just for me. And I fell in love all over again. Something from this Doctor, or that era that hit the spot and there I am like...you know when puppies get so excited that not just the tail, but their whole rear end starts wagging? Like that. Put it all together and there is no question that it is the show of my heart and will continue to be for...well, ever.
And now we have Eleven. Where I am, and this is kind of amazing to me, suddenly getting the most (though not all, I think that is impossible for any one Doctor or era to do since what makes it the thing that it is, is so HUGE..and we're dealing with modern media which comes with its own set of inherent problems and whatnot) of what I need and want in one place at one time that I've experienced so far. And there's a thing I finally get. Eleven is my Doctor.
Before it was always like, well Tennant brought me in and I love him so he gets that special place of 'mine', but Seven is my favorite of the old school Doctors to watch, and Three's lacy cuffs and cape flips are like one of my favorite things in the universe, and so on. But I don't think I ever got that sensation of this pulling together of elements of this thing which I love on a grand scale into one place at one time in a combination that is...mine. Hell, I don't even know if it will stick, if it will keep aiming right for my fannish sweet spot and hitting. But oh, it's kind of glorious that it is.
In conclusion, <3 Eleven. My Doctor. Not because I love him more than the rest of the Whoverse combined. But because he is that moment in time when I feel the closest...to ALL of it (which is, I imagine what most people feel about their Doctor). Thus concludes my fannish sappiness for the day.