Another day, another sexting scandal.
Justin Moed, a democratic Indiana State Representative, was just caught sexting with Sydney Leathers — the SAME woman who brought down former U.S. Representative and NYC mayoral front runner Anthony Weiner in 2013.
For y’all who don’t remember, Anthony was caught not once but TWICE for sexting women under the hilarious moniker, Carlos Danger. Sydney, a college student and adult film star, leaked the politician’s salacious texts and subsequently ended Weiner’s run for mayor.
Fast forward a few years and Leathers has outed Justin for sexting some extremely scandalous conversations under the alias of “B*** Boy”. Not only did the Indiana native (who is engaged, we might add) partake in sexually explicit banter with Sydney, he also admitted to past indiscretions with a man.
In addition to sharing some ample shots of his booty, the politician confessed to having a penchant for “black c***” and that he engaged in some very explicit activities with a fellow named Omar.
Here’s where the story gets even CRAZIER. In the texts, Justin acknowledges he knows Sydney as the woman who outed Anthony! So, why would Moed continue to chat with someone who could ruin his career? Well, the politician mistakenly thought he could remain anonymous, a plan which ultimately blew up in his face.
It turns out the state representative accidentally revealed his identity when he bought Syd a pink leash and collar (…) from Amazon. Once Ms. Leathers googled “B**** Boy’s” real identity, she decided to go public with her story.
As expected, Justin has released a statement apologizing for his bad behavior, saying:
“I am truly sorry I have hurt the ones I love most with my poor judgement. I am committed to rebuilding trust with my family and my community. ├óΓé¼┬ª I apologize to my constituents and to everyone I have let down.” ├óΓé¼ΓÇ╣
Yep, sounds about right.
Leathers also issued a hilarious response:
“I’m a little speechless, I Googled him and found out he’s a lawmaker. Apparently only politicians can pick up on my pheromones.”
Sheesh. We’re a little “speechless” too.