Tammad Rimilia, the Japanese rope bondage expert, passed away in Maryland on,
Nov. 20, 2000. He died instantly at the scene of a multi-car accident,
assumedly
in his much loved sports car.
He was well known for his infectious smile, and his blue eyes, both
immediately captivating all he met, and those who were lucky enough to
be in one of his many seminars.
He has been described as having an "aura" about him of being very comfortable
with who he was and with himself. He was described by all as a very
kind, caring, considerate, gallant, gentle, strong, dependable, and trustworthy
gentleman. His smile, his eyes, and his caring and gentlemanly ways are
often the most lasting impression people had of him even after meeting
him just for a few minutes.
He loved teaching, was a strong believer in SSC and fun. Although the
term "Safe, Sane, and Consensual S/M" was coined by David Stein back in
1983, at the Leather Leadership Conference in 2000 he used Tammad's definitions
in his presentation.
On Tammad's religious beliefs, he stated them himself. "...I've broken
away from organized religion, which tends to be too political and insufficiently
spiritual. I believe in God, and the origin of my faith is the beauty and
order that I see in the universe at all scales. I look through a telescope
and see vast expanses of beauty, I look through an electron microscope
and see sweeping beautiful vistas, and when I look at the world around
me with unaided eye I see beauty everywhere I look. I take this as evidence
that there is a God who created all this beauty".
Tammad will be missed and is a great lost to our life style, not only as a teacher
but as a caring promoter of SSC. He described himself as so many
others did, "..I'm constantly fascinated by personalities and inner motivations;
my writing is honest and direct, and I love a good conversation".
Death, be not Proud
Death,be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou thinkst thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow
And soonest our best men with thee do go
Rest of their bones and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppies or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke. Why swellst thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die!
-- by John Donne