I've reblogged this before and I'm going to do it again because it really, really, REALLY cannot be emphasized enough that you do not know who an artist is just based on their work.
I could trot out any number of pop culture saints who have turned out to be monsters, which is perhaps the big reason why you should be wary of projecting what you see in a person's work onto the person who made it. You get taken advantage of, sometimes in horrifying ways.
But on the less horrifying side, this is also just... one of the things that's really cool and arguably the POINT of art?
Ryoko Kui draws things that don't appeal personally to her with a deep dedication to craft, and that dedication creates images and artwork which appeals deeply to the people who ARE into whatever it is she is drawing.
She has no idea what it's like to be a person who is into bara hairy men, and yet she makes images that sing like music to that exact group of people. Isn't that fucking magic? Isn't that enough?