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Property of Paul. Main Street, Sturgis, SD, 1979

Limited Edition Print from an edition of 50. Photo ©1979 Michael Lichter

Description: When I first got my “Property Of” buckle, I hated it. I wasn’t going to wear it so it hung on the back of my chair for 3 weeks. I got the impression that this guy thought he owned me and controlled me but I knew I was a single, independent woman and I wasn’t anybody’s property. My man wasn’t happy. I didn’t understand that it meant more to him to give me that Buckle than to give me a diamond ring.

Eventually, I started getting to know more people and realized that if you wore the buckle, you were more respected by the brothers in the club. It also provides protection, to a certain degree, because people realize you are with a club and they leave you alone.

I have been wearing my buckle for almost six years now. I feel naked without it. It’s a part of me and I wear it with pride.

Donna on “Property,” 2003

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©2007 Michael Lichter Photography
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Property of Paul. Main Street, Sturgis, SD, 1979<br />
<br />
Limited Edition Print from an edition of 50. Photo ©1979 Michael Lichter<br />
<br />
Description: When I first got my “Property Of” buckle, I hated it.  I wasn’t going to wear it so it hung on the back of my chair for 3 weeks. I got the impression that this guy thought he owned me and controlled me but I knew I was a single, independent woman and I wasn’t anybody’s property.  My man wasn’t happy. I didn’t understand that it meant more to him to give me that Buckle than to give me a diamond ring. <br />
<br />
Eventually, I started getting to know more people and realized that if you wore the buckle, you were more respected by the brothers in the club.  It also provides protection, to a certain degree, because people realize you are with a club and they leave you alone.<br />
<br />
I have been wearing my buckle for almost six years now. I feel naked without it.  It’s a part of me and I wear it with pride.  <br />
<br />
Donna on “Property,” 2003