Tammad Rimilia
Gentleman Barbrian

1958-2000

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