I was assaulted after Mardi Gras — and I wasn’t the only one

I woke up feeling sad yesterday.

I tried to be brave. I tried to ignore it. But I couldn’t.

It all started on Saturday night, when one of my biggest fears became a reality.

I was assaulted for being gay.

Like thousands of others in Sydney, I was out celebrating Mardi Gras.

For those of you who haven’t experienced it — the energy and love that surges through the Harbour City is something truly unique.

I started the night surrounded by my “rainbow family” and ended it at an afterparty near Oxford Street — Sydney’s gay strip.

As I left with three others, a red car screeched to a halt next to us.

A group of men got out. We were ambushed.

I felt several heavy objects hit my body before the men jumped back in and left, yelling and laughing as…