Mistaken as a Man in Cambodia

I’m commonly mistaken as a man in Cambodia. Tuk-tuk drivers that want me as their next fare amend their sentences as they call out to me “sir! Lady lady”. Women I’ve encountered in restrooms have let out gasps upon seeing me. Since I have had short hair for more than a year now, this does not feel foreign, but I think my hair in a country where all females seem to keep theirs long, paired with the loose casual clothes I wear here has increased the frequency of this mistake. This is not a complaint. Fewer vendors hassle me to buy their silk scarves, people pay less attention when I wander off the paths well beaten by other tourists or ride bikes alone at night, and I feel safer under this assumed guise of masculinity.