OmiGOD! Reality can be SO subjective, with each of us embracing a seperate truth. For example, it's TRUE that it's, me, Teagan Clive in the photo with Arnold taken a coupla months ago by IRONMAN publisher, John Balik. And it's TRUE that I'm on another planet. Comes with being a star, I suppose, a figment of my own imagination, and perhaps yours too, not to mention badmovieplanet.com of which I remain Queen. Celebrities aren't celebrated for their similarities, folks, but for their differences. (Wanna borrow the keys to my spaceship, little feller?) CORRECTION: The lawsuit I filed against the Anaheim Police Dept. in the late 80's settled for significantly less than the $10 million demanded. (Initially, I just wanted an apology, but the cop refused, because it'd be "an admission of guilt".
Even after losing the legal battle, he refused to apologize.) TRUE: A uniformed police officer mistook me for a man using the women's restroom at a BB contest. I was the TROPHY GIRL of the show. When he refused to believe me--that I was a female bodybuilder/actress--he put me in a hammerlock and chokehold and dragged my Guess-jean-clad ass out of the Disneyland Convention Center. TRUE: If it wasn't for Rick Valente prying him off of me, I'd probably be DEAD right now. I'll never forget hearing one particularly cocky Mr. America announce to the crowd that around me, "That ain't no dude...that's a BITCH...that's Teagan CLIVE!" God Bless America, eh? And God bless Arnold for helping me through such strange times. Had I known The Gov would break his leg a coupla weeks later, believe me, I would've stolen his ski boots...
