Post by Anne Marie Montoya on Jul 22, 2010 22:51:17 GMT -5
Here is some tidbits I found on a groupie forum.
Anyone know if he still hooks up? What type of girls does he go for? Ive heard he likes redheads, is that true? x
Have you seen him recently? You might reconsider your attraction to him....nothing like he used to be. How does he look now? I haven't seen him in a while. Did he cut his hair off?
No, but he is overweight, and he is looking haggard. Aside from the fact that he's a drug and alcohol addict.
I just saw Type O Negative perform last week and Peter is really thin, has lost A LOT of weight, he seems like he is really sick.
WOW!!! Then that is the coke doing it's thing. Oh boy. SAD.
.i know hes not the stunner he once was, but i quite like ugly men! So does anyone have any info on him?x
met him once a month or so ago he has slimmed down but, yes, his face looks haggard, he has a couple rotted teeth and he can't do an entire show without sitting down a bunch of times. He was very nice to me though. (No sex, just talking) Just doesn't look like he did circa 1997 and never will again.
He has a girl who lives with him. Is he faithful? No. He never was....even when he lived with the girl he was truly in love with.
you mean Liz or Black Number 1 girl?
He does look horrific. Reminds me of Elvis and Jim Morrison in their last days; a big, pile of pendulous flesh, bags under his eyes, thinning hair, rotten toofers....He's is in no way the old Pete that I hooked up with in Carnivore days. Plus Why would you want to hook up with him. He is taken??? Taken how?
He isn't married and he says he is single and alone in all recent interviews, so if he has a "girlfriend" he doesn't care enough about her to admit her presence publicly.
I'm not pulling a moral judgement here, I just don't think anyone on here should pull the "don't screw rock stars if they have a girlfriend" card. MANY rockstars do not admit to having sig others in order to keep their "available bachelor" image. Doesn't mean he doesn't care. Just means he wants more chicks to come to his shows.
Uh, when he was with Elizabeth he was open about it,,and it was also the sluttiest time in his life.
I'm not meaning to be so argumentative.
>In other Type O news, I DID see Kenny Hickey making >out in public with a 19-22 year old blonde who was >definitely NOT his wife Bonnie. Combative girl too, >she noticed folks watching them and glared right at >them all until the person looked away.
well, whoever the girl was Kenny was with if Bonnie ever finds out she'll eat them both for breakfast! And Peter's excuse is that he hides who he is with for 'their protection' which is bullshit as it is a way to seem unattached. But as he has gone through well over 50 women in the last few years (that I know of anyway) what's the point in a pretense of an ability to commit?
I briefly met Peter in April when I went to see Type O live. He was extremely nice, offered me a candy bar (no joke, haha), didn't seem to have any ego whatsoever. Whether his kindness was sincere or not, I guess I'll never know. He will probably never be as hot as October Rust-era Peter, but I personally think he still looks pretty good. And, as you probably already know, he is a giant. Truly. I don't mean that in a sexual aspect either. He's just...a giant. This is coming from a fairly tall chick too.
The conclusion? Peter seems cool to me, I didn't see any signs of him hooking up or looking to hook up, he was just a friendly guy, and much, MUCH better looking in person.
I know Peter has slept with tons of women, so is there anyone who can give real details? Whether it was fairly recently or back in the day, I want to know! Everyone
I met Pete in 2001 at Metropol in Pittsburgh, PA. I was waiting outside the backstage doors after the show when his bass tech came out and asked who the biggest Type O fan was in the crowd. I screamed the loudest and the bass tech handed me Peter's bass strings from that nights show. I was so excited that the tech kinda chuckled and asked if I was going to be alright. I excused myself and resumed normal breathing. He then offered me Peter's wine bottle from the stage that night with an autograph and at this point, I totally freaked out! When he brought the bottle back to me, I was almost hyperventilating! That is when he said, "You want to come and meet him?" And I almost fainted! I, of course, said yes! He took me in through the back door of Metropol and led me into the green room. That is when I witnessed the amazing creature that was Peter Steele with my very eyes. He was sitting in a folding chair with a blonde on one side and a raven haired beauty on the other. He didn't look up at first because he was talking to the blonde. After what seemed like an eternity, he looked up and saw me. I was a thin, young woman with BRIGHT red hair and I attracted his gaze immediately! He practically pushed the blond out of her chair and motioned for me to come over and sit by him. I obeyed and was by his side for the remainder of the night. We sat in the green room for about another hour, he signed autographs, posed for pictures and all the while he made me feel as if I was the only one in the room. He maintained eye contact with me as often as he could. One fan brought a copy of the Playgirl that he posed for and smiling he turned to me and asked if I had ever seen it. Being that I had three copies, one of them with the photos torn out and hung on my bedroom wall...I told him that I had never seen it. He handed it to me and told me to take a look. My face must have been as red as my hair at that point. I was looking at naked photos of a man that I lusted after, while he was sitting right next to me. I handed it back to him within a minute and he asked me what I thought...I told him that I though the photos were very tasteful. He guffawed so loud that the entire room stopped and stared at him for a second. When the club was ready to shut down for the night, all the roadies informed the band members that they would have to continue the party on the bus. In my star-struck haze I had forgotten that my two friends had been waiting outside this entire time! I asked Pete if he could come and meet them and he said "Soitenly!" And walked outside to meet my friends and sign autographs for them. During that exchange, my friend who had driven me there(who was also extremely jealous) asked if I was coming now. Peter overheard her question and informed her that he would bring me home. I really didn't think about how that was going to work out, but I went along with it anyway and bid my friends goodnight. It was then time to enter the tour bus! I had never seen a bands tour bus before and was in awe. It was so big and so many people were on it! Pete declined the invitation to the "common room" area party that was happening and asked me if I wanted to go to "his room" "His room" was the very back of the bus and had a door that could lend some privacy. I really thought to myself, "This is it! I am going to fuck Peter Steele!" I was a smoker at the time and Hadn't thought about having one while we were still inside the club. I asked if I could step outside to have a smoke and he told me that there was no need as I could just smoke there. He asked if he could light my cigarette and I happily acquiesced! I smoked and he talked. He talked about Elizabeth and how she cheated on him and he caught her with the other man and what he did to that other man. He talked about the intense sadness that he felt because he wasn't there when his father died. He talked about music. He talked about oil lamps(he lit his leg on fire right in front of me). He talked and talked and talked. We drank a bottle of merlot together, right out of the bottle. After one sip that he took from the bottle, he tilted my face up to his and put his lips over mine and fed me the wine from his mouth. He afterwards asked me if that was too forward. I was amazed at what a gentleman he was while still remaining incredibly sexy. About halfway through our 2 or three hours in the back of the bus, he offered me a line of coke. I think at that point, I had only tried coke once or twice and I was terrified. I didn't want to refuse anything that he offered to me and I accepted and did one line of coke and he did, maybe three or four over the next hour. He didn't seem fucked up to me though. Even though he drank while onstage, drank backstage, drank with me on the bus and did cocaine, he was still seemingly coherent. Around that time there were a few knocks on the door and people shouting that the bus was ready to roll. Peter into red the first two attempts to rouse us from our tiny party and after the third knock he excused himself and went out to speak with someone. When he came back he asked me how far away I lived and I told him that my house was about 45 minutes to an hour away from where we were. He tsked and left the back of the bus once more. This time when he came back, he handed me $100 dollars. He asked me if I felt comfortable taking a taxi home and I told him of course(although I had never traveled so far in one). He called the cab company and sat down with me to wait. He told the guys in the front of the bus to come and get us when the cab showed up. As we sat there, he held me and told me how much fun he had had with me and that he wanted to know if he could call me. I gave him my phone number(knowing he would never call) and we sat in silence till the guys came back and told us that the cab was there. He walked me to the cab and told the cabbie to take VERY GOOD care of me. He turned to me and told me that he would see me again and kissed me, quickly but passionately. I stepped into the cab and watched Peter waving as we pulled away. After we were on our way I started to recount my night to the cabbie. I was amped up from the coke and drunk off of the wine and talked a mile a minute to this man who had no idea who Peter Steele was or who I was for that matter. He was polite and treys to act interested, but I knew he thought I was a psycho! I arrived at my house and although I had adrenaline and cocaine surging through my system, I passed out in my bed. The next morning, I called my friends and told them what happened...although I lied and said that sex was involved. I wanted to seem cool, not realizing that what really happened was WAY cooler! That night one of my friends and I returned from shopping and walked into my house to see the answering machine had a message on it. (Yes, answering machines were still around back then) I assumed that it was a bill collector or telemarketer, but something made me press that button anyway. To my surprise and amazement, it was a message from Pete. " Hey Sarah, this is Peter Steele I had a great time with you last night and hope to talk to you soon. Call me." When I heard that brief message, I screamed at the top of my lungs! I kept the recording. I talked to Peter a few times on the phone after that and the following year when they came to Pittsburgh, he got me into the show for free and we hung out again. This time he was a little more interesting in coke, than conversation, but that was my time with Pete and it is something I will always remember fondly.