This is really scary. Or maybe I’m just naive.
Unfortunately, there’s no way to have people to not “judge a book by its cover” or more importantly distinguish what is reality and what is not. It’s like my view on cross-dressing. I personally don’t care how people dress. Yeah, it may be strange and unconventional, but that doesn’t affect who that person is. It’s not harming anyone. Writing fiction is the same way. Certain genres or subjects may not sit well with the entrenched beliefs of the reader but that’s not hurting anyone. True, it might be stretching your mind a bit, but what’s the harm in that?
I’m just sorely disappointed that some people can’t look further than the icing on the cake–or even worse, find the icing the sole thing that is of importance.