There's nothing we need to add about the quintessential American writer and his love of comrades, his manly love of comrades, but you might celebrate today by rereading his Calamus poems. [His beloved Peter Doyle appears with him, center.]
Or celebrate by listening to Whitman himself read from "America." The best 34 seconds of your day. [Link fixed.]
Or by reading his journals, in his handwriting, flipping through page by page online at the spectacular Library of Congress site.
Or by reading Gary Schmidgall’s Walt Whitman: A Gay Life.
We Two Boys Together Clinging
We two boys together clinging,
One the other never leaving,
Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making,
Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching,
Arm’d and fearless, eating, drinking, sleeping, loving,
No law less than ourselves owning, sailing, soldiering, thieving, threatening,
Misers, menials, priests alarming, air breathing, water drinking, on the turf or the sea-beach dancing,
Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statutes mocking, feebleness chasing,
Fulfilling our foray.