Several years ago, I went to a Halloween party dressed as a pirate (waaaaay before Johnny Depp did it) with a big mustache. None of my friends recognized me. Everyone was asking all of the women if I was their date. Everyone totally thought I was a guy! What a hoot it was. Aside from that hellish sports bra to flatten me out.
It was interesting. Of course, my date wouldn't kiss me in public until the mustache came off. And I couldn't pee standing up, which as I see it is the main reason to try being a guy. Didn't have anything extra in my trousers, either..... Just goes to show, I guess.
I wouldn't mind being a man for a while...like some of you have mentioned...maybe for a month...I'd love to know what the big "O" felt like from the other side of the fence, but after a month, I wanna be me again...I've grown accustomed to this ol' body...and we're quite fond of one another.
If I had a lover and we could exchange bodies but not minds or anything else about our personalities for a few weeks, then I'd do it in a heartbeat. I'd love to know what a male orgasm feels like.
As far as the pursuer vs. pursued perception I can't see how that would be anything dramatically different. I pursue sometimes and sometimes let myself be pursued.