Sex and Kiddie Lit

There's something incredibly beautiful about kiddie!lit!porn. It's not that it's transgressive, rather that it balances somewhere on the knife-edge between childhood and maturity. It's innocent and exciting and just a bit sad. Because while growing up can be glorious, childhood never comes back.

Does reading this sort of thing thrill us on a meta-level because it reminds us simultaneously of childhood reading and of sex? Perhaps to read it is too step back out onto the blade of the knife, or at the very least the place where it once was, where a shadow of it still lingers.

Anyway, here's a rec. "Pippi Says Goodbye" by Resonant, PG-13, Annika/Tommy/Pippi. This is so achingly perfect that it steals all breath. Res manages to perfectly capture Astrid Lindgren's style and voice, with the result that this fic serves as an extremely poignant reminder of years long past for anyone who read these books as a child. Worth reading, and not at all squicky. http://trickster.org/res/pippi.html