Jeanna Fine, one of the most distinctive and influential adult film performers of the late 1980s and 1990s, has died at the age of 61, according to multiple social media reports.

Her passing was first announced by longtime friend and former roommate Tom Byron, who shared a tribute on Facebook recalling their time together in Hollywood.

“The legendary Jeanna Fine has left the building,” Byron wrote. “We were roommates back in 1990–91… We would throw these crazy parties that would sometimes last two or three days. Our neighbors didn’t appreciate it much — except Elvira, who actually came to a couple of our shindigs.”

Tom Byron described Jeanna Fine as a magnetic presence both on and off screen. “Jeanna was great to go clubbing with. She knew every club owner and bouncer in Hollywood, so we were VIP all the time and never had to wait in line,” he said. “Eventually, the lifestyle became a little too much for me, and I moved away. But I have an abundance of awesome memories and was happy when Jeanna found some peace later in life and raised a family. So long, toots. Thanks for letting me be a part of your crazy life.”

Born and raised in upstate New York, Fine entered the adult entertainment industry in 1986 in her early twenties. With her striking looks, fearless performances, and unapologetic sensuality, she quickly rose to prominence.

Throughout her career, Fine earned numerous awards and nominations, including multiple AVN and XRCO honors. She was inducted into both the AVN Hall of Fame and the X-Rated Critics Organization Hall of Fame in 1997.

Though she stepped away from public life, Fine remained a beloved figure among fans who admired her independence and authenticity. Her final social media activity was nearly a decade ago, but those who knew her say she cherished the support that continued long after her retirement.

Her cause of death has not been publicly disclosed.

Jeanna Fine: The Star Who Burned in Velvet Night

In the twilight halls of memory,
a flame still dances — fierce, defiant, free.
Jeanna Fine, the name still hums
through reels of smoke and celluloid dreams.
She came like thunder in sequined light,
a rebel muse, too bold for silence,
too bright for shadow.

From upstate snow to Hollywood’s neon glare,
she strode —
a goddess carved of chaos and laughter,
with eyes that dared the lens to look away.
Where others posed, she lived the frame.
Where others played, she burned.

They say the nights were long —
the music wild, the world her stage,
the stars her mirrors, cracked but golden.
Even the clubs bowed when she walked in,
the velvet ropes parting like curtains before a queen.

And when the lights went down,
when the parties faded into stories told in whispers —
she found peace, not fame,
holding the small hand of her son,
and the quiet grace of ordinary love.

Now the set is struck.
The cameras dim.
The final scene dissolves to dawn.
But somewhere, beyond the edits of this life,
she’s still dancing — barefoot, laughing,
wearing fire as her perfume,
and eternity as her gown.

So raise a glass to Jeanna Fine —
the legend who lived too loud to die,
whose spirit still flickers
in every darkened room
where beauty, rebellion, and truth
refuse to fade.