I don't particularly feel "pride" in being transgender, because I had nothing to do with that. I didn't pick my gender any more than anyone else does. I don't feel shame about it either, for pretty much the same reasons.
I do sometimes feel a sense of pride that I've survived as long as I have. I'm sure you've noticed that ordinary, everyday life has a "Mission: Impossible" quality to it when you're trans. As in: 1) Go to neighborhood bar with friends on a weekend night. 2) Get carded by jackass employee at the door, who loudly challenges you about the name and gender marker on your ID. He accuses you of carrying a fake license because "You don't look like the picture." (No shit, Sherlock.) 3) Choose one: A) sit in the car all night & pretend you're fine with it, so your friends don't feel emotionally blackmailed into walking out & taking you to some queer bar they don't know or want to be at, B) attempt to "reason" with the jackass, which involves protracted negotiations and delay. Pissed-off people at the back of the line start swearing at you. The jackass keeps demanding "proof" of your identity, and you get the distinct impression that he's just a nosy sonofabitch who wants confirmation of your trans status. In any case, he keeps deadnaming and misgendering you until some shithead back in the line orders you to get out of the doorway or he'll "kick your faggot ass." Never return to that bar again. Stay home a lot more.
Most people don't have to strategize for not getting murdered in a public toilet, and I think a person would be justified in feeling some pride for making it out of awful situations.
Edit: Damn, this thread already generated some doozies. I'm too tired to engage, though. Maybe later.