In early 1972 Keyhole was searching for a visual identity. It hadn’t yet hit upon the colorful motif it would adopt by the end of year, but had moved on from the utilitarian designs of the 1960s. This is one of those in between issues. Inside it’s what you have come to expect—pure raunch, with stories flaunting every taboo of the period. A father performing oral sex on his daughters? Wow. Keyhole is truly conscienceless. Of special note is the story on the discovery of a sex pill to help men keep it up. This was purely from the editors’ imaginations—Viagra wasn’t even invented until the 1990s. Keyhole attributes its erection pill to Dr. William Krone, and tells readers, “And for you ladies, well, pure sexual bliss, it seems, is on the way. No more will you be left high and dry as hubby or love has a quick jollies party before rolling over to snore away. ’Tis truly a time to rejoice.” We don’t need a pill to rejoice. For us it’s like Christmas every time we post a sleazy ’70s tabloid. You can find our past shares here, and sixteen scans from today’s below.
Keyhole takes readers places they probably shouldn't go.