S.O.S.

It started as a cry from the sea.
Three short. Three long. Three short.
A code so simple the world couldn’t mistake it.
A signal that said: I’m in danger. I need help. Answer me.

But here’s the thing—
not every SOS comes from a sinking ship.
Sometimes it comes from a body.
Sometimes it comes from a soul.
Sometimes it comes from the silence between who you are and who the world demands you pretend to be.

That’s the unspoken truth in this lifestyle.
For some, the collar, the cuffs, the whip—
they’re not just tools.
They’re the answer to a signal that’s been screaming inside for years.

The distress call of a heart suffocating under shame.
Of a voice drowned out by judgment.
Of a self buried so deep it forgot what it felt like to breathe.

Out there, they’ll tell you BDSM is danger.
They’ll say it’s chaos, it’s cruelty, it’s madness.
They hear the signal, but they don’t know the code.

Because in here, S.O.S. doesn’t mean Save Our Souls.
It means Show Our Selves.

And how do W/we send that signal?
Not with dots and dashes—but with courage.
With a trembling confession whispered into the dark.
With a post that risks honesty over polish.
With a look held too long across a dungeon floor.
With the honesty of a safeword spoken when the line is met.
With the breathless words: “I think I’m wired differently.”

Those are O/our distress calls.
The quiet Morse code of need and truth.

And who answers?
The Dominant who hears more in silence than in words.
The submissive who offers trust as reply.
The community that chooses care over judgment, mentorship over mockery, truth over shame.

Because in here, the signal isn’t ignored.
In here, someone is always listening.
In here, the call gets answered.

And that simple code—
three short, three long, three short—
isn’t a cry for rescue anymore.
It’s O/our declaration.
O/our defiance.
O/our language in a world that never thought W/we’d speak it out loud.

This isn’t a call for rescue.
It’s a call to rise.
To Show Our Selves—
unmasked, unashamed, unchained.

Three short. Three long. Three short.
The world once called it danger.
W/we call it freedom.
And there are those of U/us who hear that signal—
and answer.
Not to save.
But to set free.

Until next time,
Stay safe. Make good choices. And as always, stay kinky My friends.

~Dray Orion