“Sting said that [about hours of tantric sex] 21 years ago. He has just turned 60, and I imagine [the tantric story] will carry on going until he drops. Do you know who I blame for that? Bob Geldof. Him and Sting had gone to do an interview with a rock journalist, and the interview turned into a drinking session. At one point, the journalist asked how long they could go for, and Geldof said he was a three-minute man, but, as Sting did yoga, he could probably go for hours. And Sting said ‘Well, haven’t you heard of tantric sex?’ So Sting explained that it is all about being intimate, about caring for your partner, really engaging in intimacy before you, you know … have sex. And that’s the premise of tantra, really. It’s simply engagement with your partner.”
And there you have it, folks. Sting is not the self-proclaimed sex god that he professed to be decades ago. It was a misspeak and a gradual series of events that made half of the world’s population want to ride atop Sting’s Tantric Golden Stinger. Sorry to burst your bubble, guys, but it’s just not true.