Thanks, Paul.
If you were to return to Sosua these days, it would be pretty hard to miss. At least after about 4pm. During the day it seems like a pretty ordinary sleepy little beach town. And that's the thing, it is an ordinary sleepy little beach town in most ways. Also, in talking to the girls, I'm struck by how ordinary they are, young single moms trying to support themselves and their kids, generally taken care of by relatives back home in Santo Domingo, traveling back and forth from home to Sosua for extended periods of time. I guess that's a big part of what charmed me. In a hypersexualized world, including as reflected in photography, particularly fashion photography, where depictions of sex are highly stylized and calculated and cold as dead flesh, the simple straightforward transactions of sex in Sosua are kind of refereshingly honest, warm, and paradoxically wholesome.
According to Denise Brennan, Sosua as a sexscape started in the 1990s. There are many Haitian women (and men) in Sosua, which might be related to the earthquake, but my understanding is that region of the DR, the Cibao, has a long history of migration across the border.