I died. Came back glittery. Built a church basement about it.

Enter The Basement

A Church for the Damaged, the Devoted, and Everyone Still Trying.

The Feral Church Basement is a sanctuary for anyone rebuilding after collapse. We don’t do toxic positivity or performative healing. We do rebirth, reclamation, emotional exorcism, and glitter-covered grace. If you’re here, you already belong.

A woman with long, wavy hair kneeling on the floor, wearing fishnet stockings, a sleeveless top, shorts, and boots, looking at the camera in black and white.

vestments of the reborn

Apparel for the glitter saints, the survivors, the soft sinners, and the emotionally resurrected.
Wear your rebirth like you mean it.

Shop now (or forever hold your peace)

This is not a self-help group. This is a resurrection pit. A holy chaos choir. A glitter-drenched emotional support basement. If you’ve been trying to heal alone — you can stop now.

Join The Choir
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CONTACT ME

CONTACT ME

If you’re confused, overwhelmed, or simply need a sign from the universe:

Hi. It’s me. Send me a message.